Lois had been ready to offer a rebuttal to Clark's apparent lack of knowledge over proper shoe etiquette, but held her tongue because of his uncomfortable body language. The glance at the door, hands in his front pockets, coupling that with the rambling he was doing and she felt it was best to not pick on his lack of shoe knowledge. Instead she could pick on the rest of what he was getting at. She couldn't help it. His rambling was adorable.
"I do like my shoes." She tilted her head, watching him carefully and wondered how long she should let him sweat this out. Considering she didn't actually want him to leave the room, it was probably best if she didn't toy with him for too long. "I'll let you in on a secret, Clark, there's something I like more than shoes. Happens to be in this room with me right now, but I would trade all of these-" She gestured to her neatly stacked row, and picked up a pair of black ones "-even these, and these cost about an entire paycheck, if the guy in question will spit out what he's trying to say."
Lois dropped the shoe back into the row and pushed herself up off the ground. She had rehearsed what she was going to say when they had this talk about a thousand times in her head, each one more heartfelt than the last, but all of that was forgotten as she walked toward him, stopping just short of invading his personal space. Maybe Steph in all of her annoying teasing had been right and the direct approach was the way to go.
“Considering I’m the one of us that talks the most, I guess I might as well come out and say it.” What did she have to lose? Well...aside from everything as far as her brain was concerned, but Lois Lane had never backed down from a challenge and she certainly wasn’t about to do so from this one because she was a little scared it wouldn’t turn out how she wanted. “As cliche as it probably sounds, and you know I’m not big on those, somewhere along the journey in this fun-filled Apocalypse ride I started falling in love with you.”
Lois shrugged, trying to act nonchalant about what she had just said to distract from how vulnerable she was feeling in that moment. “Now see, no rambling. Just speaking my mind. I bet you can do it too." Maybe she should have stuck with the shoes. "Your turn.”