Alternative Phoenix Reunion
Clark glowed.
It was the first thing Lex noticed. Before the sunny day, before the moving van, before the way Clark's jeans clung to his legs. Clark looked like he'd been loofahed to a shine. Only it was his spirit, his soul, rather than his body.
Lex, for his part, felt like hell. He was tired, he was wounded, he was just plain wrung out. He just wanted to crawl away and be alone for a long time. Preferably forever.
But then he was enfolded in Clark's arms, the benediction of Clark's kiss brushed across his scalp.
Lex glowed.