Diane (dianehc) wrote in clex_pass_story,

Part 35

When Lex returned to Clark's room, his friend was sniffling in his sleep, tucked into his mother's good shoulder as she stretched out beside him propped up on several large soft pillows that Alfred found in a guest room.

Standing nervously at the door, Lex didn't know how to proceed. Even if Jonathan wasn't as angry with him as he should have been, Martha would be. He wasn't entirely certain if she'd even want him around Clark anymore, and the thought hurt almost more than he could stand.

"Lex, ....
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