"Feeling any better, Lang? You took a pretty good hit."
She was a whole new woman since the last time I saw her (hair and all) but it wasn't clear yet if it was for better or worse.
"Still stings, but I'm fine (finer then strawberry pie)."
(watching him, eyes on every single part, who on earth couldn't? He's different in and out of the suit that seems not to run his whole life, lucky him)
The pain of it all (both on her body and the loss of a dear friend) wasn't anywhere on her face, just like every other emotion that she learned years ago to hide so well.
"Liar, Lana Lang you've lied more to me today then any other day. (from the moment you opened your lips and they came spilling out)"
For one split second I shattered through her defenses and a flicker of emotion flooded her face, but only for a second and no longer then that.
"How long have you known?"
"From the moment you came swinging in. There was no way that you would be searching for Lex, no one in their right mind would go back to the man that caged them. I'm I right?"
"More then you realize (and more then Clark has ever been)."
Before I could stop myself (the inner me screaming 'she's Clark's, body and soul') I left her not with the kiss I wanted to give but the one that seemed the most appropriate, on the head rather then on the lips.
(in this one moment I had the most self-control ever)
"Feel better, Miss. Lang."