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They say once you know about something you start seeing it everywhere. Everything is a little obvious in hindsight, and Clark is no different. How much of it is chopped up to her past obliviousness and how much is Clark finally relaxing around them now that his nature is known to them, Lois isn’t sure, but she can see it now in the way he interacts with his surroundings.
Clark always seems to tap objects before reaching to grab them. Softly plucking at things with his fingertips before trying to grab them like they might turn to powder at any moment. He navigates their makeshift office with a sort of gentleness, like a big dog that knows how to hold an egg in its mouth without shattering it between its jaws.
Sometimes he’ll look about or cock his head randomly, stopping and lifting his head from his computer to sweep his gaze over the room or stare at the door. Lois’s learned the later usually means that someone on their floor is walking past or about to enter. She and Jimmy have started calling their “Chief Early Warning System” to Clark’s hidden amusement.
He loves to float instead of walking. All the awkward lack of grace he has on two feet doesn’t seem to show in the air. It’s not fair for a guy his size to be able to bend and twist his body like that. Anything that can be accomplished faster off the ground he seems to favor, swimming through the open air like the world's cutest seal. Or perhaps sea leopard, what with the hint of slightly sharper canine teeth that peak out of his dopey smiles.
But probably the most alien thing about him are his eyes.
They’re inhumanly blue. Not the greyish pale blue of human eyes but the colour of the clear summer sky, bright like burning ozone and Raleigh scattering. His pupils don’t expand and contract like a human’s do either. She’s watched them expand from small thin oval slits to wide white disks when presented with a sweet snack or a kiss on the cheek, seen them flicker and shift in colour with both his powers and his mood.
“I can see why you use the fake glasses.” She says later as they’re cuddled up in her loft watching a movie. Or at least trying to watch, more invested in dozing against each other.
She’s lying cushioned on his chest holding both of his cheeks in her hands, gently tracing his high cheekbones with the pads of her thumbs. Those beautifully strange eyes open as she breaks the silence. His irises contract and shift into place to look at her and she’s reminded of what it’s like seeing a cat’s third eyelid pull away when they wake from a deep sleep.
“Hmm?” His voice is a half-asleep murmur, and he shifts his head to nuzzle against her hand.
“No one would believe any ordinary human could have eyes that pretty.”
An impish grin blooms on her face as he sputters and turns as red as his homemade underoos. The scarlet on his cheeks only highlights his fluorescent baby blues more. After he takes a moment to recover, he looks at her bashfully.
“Um...You don-... You aren’t freaked out?”
She squishes his cheeks under her palms.
“Duh. Of course not, Clark. They’re an important part of you, aren’t they? When I told you I love you, I mean every little part.” She plants a little kiss on the tip of his nose like a “So There!” to end her statement.
She pulls back to see him looking at her like she hung the sun and moon and stars with the most impressive watery puppy dog eyes she’s ever seen.
“Don’t cry on me now, Smallville.” She giggles.
“Ohhhh my god, I love you so much” He warbles with a strange buzz starting in the back of his throat. He traps her in a bear hug. “That’s it. I’m reciprocating” and Lois will never admit she squeals when he leaves smooches all over her face.