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Lois sat at the sofa, waiting for Clark to sit down as he spoke about his day, getting the popcorn and the snacks. He’d brought M&M’s and apple pie, made with Ma’s recipe, which promised a delicious dessert. Although all they were having could be seen as sweet, except the popcorn (but it was caramel, so really it could also be dessert). She drummed her fingers on her thigh.
Clark grinned as he spoke to Lois, happily describing what Brucie Wayne was like. He hadn’t shut up in 20 minutes, even when grabbing the food, and Lois was about ready to bash her head into a wall (as it wouldn’t do anything for him, and she didn’t want to have to report a broken wall to her landlord). She was now steadily staring into space, at the loading ‘Disney’ sign, as they were going to have a movie night. Movie night was, albeit wrongly named, any get-together to watch something. Right now, it was Castle.
They got together maybe twice a week, one on Monday, the other on Friday. It was a nice schedule to have, even if Clark sometimes couldn’t make it when he was sidetracked with the whole Superman stuff. This particular night it was Friday. She was exhausted from the whole week, and she just couldn’t bear Clark keep talking!
Really, she loved him, but she was close to killing him.
She doesn’t say anything, as she loves him very much and being friends means being into his interests, even if one of his current interests is a himbo. A himbo who was a bumbling idiot who was hot - she was sure that’s why Clark liked him. She wouldn’t call the man superficial (get it? SUPERficial? Superman?), but Bruce really had nothing else going for him. He was kind, sure, but in board meetings he was calculating and cold, and she couldn’t understand why sweet, sweet Clark would be attracted to that!
Then again, love and let love, I guess.
Back to Bruce. He wasn’t even a good person! He had money because he stumbled upon it as a child, because he had shit happen to him and then he got things handed to him on a silver platter! And yeah, it sucked that his parents died and he had to watch, and yeah it surely must have sucked for the press to be waiting for him to be 18 to jump onto him like hound dogs, but still! She had every right to be angry and suspicious, especially when Clark was holding food so far from her reach. She would die from starvation any minute now, and whilst the ambulance wheeled her away, Clark would talk about how pretty his eyes were, or something like that.
The screen loaded, and she saw the ‘Castle’ sign. Her finger twitched against the play button, but she knew better than to just interrupt him with the start of a show- especially if said show normally started with gruesome murders. Maybe that wouldn’t sit right in his stomach. She honestly didn’t care anymore, he could throw up and she’d still be focused on eating, that’s how hungry she was!
Clark kept speaking, and Lois zoned out, thinking about what the case would be like, if Beckett would finally make a move on Castle or something similar, even though she knew the episodes by heart and had watched this same season probably more times than she could count on her fingers.
Lois' stomach growled, but it was drowned out by the sound of Clark speaking. She sighs and cuts him off.
“Clark. Honey.”
He looks at her a bit quizzically, like a dog that’s just been called.
“You won’t shut up about Bruce.”
He flushes red. “Sorry. Won’t happen again, you know how I ramble-”
“You can keep going. I mean, I’d rather you not, but God knows how you get with these things. By all means, keep going, just hand over the snacks. I’m starving.”
Clark nods, still red but less so, giving her the bowl of popcorn, feeling their fingers brush and not thinking anything of it, as it was normal between them. He steered the conversation elsewhere for a couple more minutes before she gave him a pointed look that meant ‘shut-up-im-watching-my-show-now’.
“Thanks, Clark. This is nice.”
He just nodded and looked at the screen whilst she pressed play. As expected, a man had been shot in the head. She smiled slightly as she looked at him, who was obviously forcing himself to keep his mouth shut and watch the show. She reached over and squeezed his arm, a silent thanks, as she needed a break from the week - and his talking.