[He can't text and fly, Lois!!! Think of the dangers that would pose. So she'll just have to settle for a whoosh and a thump on her balcony fifteen minutes later.]
[ he's far too responsible for his own good sometimes. not that she's complaining, because he's here and lois is in no danger of swooning, much less fainting, but she still steps out onto the balcony and right into his arms. ]
[No because he misses her a lot too. Hanging out with Kara, working with her is amazing but he has a life here in Metropolis.]
Hey!
[And a butt grabbing girlfriend-almost-fiancee-practically-wife. He wants to marry her, of course he does. They've been living together for years. He just wants everyone to have the right to marry who they want. Not just straight people from Kansas, but aliens from Krypton too.
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Hey, you.
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If I didn't know any better, I'd say you tricked me.
[He knows better. He's leaning down to kiss her either way.]
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[ she just missed him, can he blame her? and so she hums happily into the kiss, arms coming up around his neck.
she'll touch his butt soon to wipe away all traces of cat grant, too. ]
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Hey!
[And a butt grabbing girlfriend-almost-fiancee-practically-wife. He wants to marry her, of course he does. They've been living together for years. He just wants everyone to have the right to marry who they want. Not just straight people from Kansas, but aliens from Krypton too.
He can't technically vote either. It kills him.]
Are you getting fresh with me, Miss Lane?
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