A month later
"Knock, knock, anyone home?" Lex called, knocking on the door to the Kent farm.
"Come in Lex," Martha called, offering him a glass of lemonade.
"No thanks," he politely refused, smiling at her. "I actually came to talk to Clark, is he around?"m
"Outside putting in a new fence," Martha told him. "But I'm not sure if he wants to see you Lex, he's very upset at you."
"And he has every reason to be, Mrs. Kent." Lex replied. "But you have to understand what a shock it was to be told Clark's secret."
Martha nodded. "Mr. Kent and I told Clark to tell you, Lex, we thought you deserved to know the truth now more than ever." she explained to him.
Lex sighed. "I'm not weirded out by it or anything, just knowing that Clark isn't like any normal human being, that he isn't even human."
Martha glared hard at him. "He IS normal, Lex, and he is human. We've worked hard at giving him a normal life all these years, he goes to school, gets good grades, has good friends." she sighed. "He's angry at you Lex, but he's been miserable without you this last month. Talk to him, I'm sure he'll listen."
"I'll try." Lex promised. "Thanks Mrs. Kent." he said as he headed to the barn where he spotted Clark putting in fence posts. "Hey Clark, we need to talk."
"We have nothing to talk about, Lex." Clark replied, turning his back to him.
Lex continued standing there, folding his arms over his chest. "I'm not leaving until we talk."
Clark was silent for a couple minutes, then turned to face Lex. "What do you want, Lex? You walk out of my life, then a month later come back and suddenly decide NOW that we need to talk? We've needed to talk for awhile Lex, I've needed to talk, but you were never there. Just do us both a favor and don't bother, just leave now. I already know you want nothing more to do with me."
"That's not true, Clark. I just needed time to think things through was all," Lex tried desperately to explain.
"For a month?" Clark asked, shaking his head sadly. "I don't believe it, Lex. When I first told Pete the truth about me, it didn't even take him a month. A day at the most, but he never stopped talking to me for a whole month." He was determined not to let the tears show that he was holding back, and had been holding back, for a month now. When he was alone in his room at night, or in the loft, then he would let the tears flow freely, but around his friends or his parents, who had seen him cry before, he held them in.
Lex flung his hands up, defeated. "Fine," he said. "I give up Clark. I thought you'd be willing to listen to me, you always have before, but I guess I was wrong." he turned and started away, but stopped abruptly. "When you decide you're ready to talk again, you know where to find me. Your son and I will be waiting."