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005. formositas falsus

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Hurt My Feelings: Tate McRae

"Is that the invitation for the ball?" Clark enters the kitchen.

"Mm-hmm." Martha nods. "I just RSVP'd. I hope Lex gets a good turnout." She sets the invitations down on the counter.

"I can't imagine anyone from Metropolis's who's who list not showing up to help the families affected by Dark Thursday." He grabs an apple from the fridge.

"You know, I, uh...I responded for two."

"Thanks, mom, but costumes really aren't my thing. Besides, it's not really the place for a reunion, you know? And what do you mean two?"

"I thought you could take Brianna." Martha sits at the counter.

Clark thickly swallows. "Why would you think that?"

"Cause it's about time you two made up." She sips her coffee.

"I think...I think we did."

"That's great." She smiles. "Call her."

"Not in the way you're thinking."

"What do you mean?"

"I made a move."

"What?"

"On Brianna. I made a move."

"Define move."

"A few days ago. After she came back from Gotham. She was training in the barn."

"So you kissed her."

"Yeah." Clark exhales.

"Did she kiss you back?" Martha asks.

"Yeah." He nods. "And more." He looks down and looks back up at her.

"Oh." She realizes. "Were you safe?"

"Yeah. She's on the pill too."

"Okay, good. That's good. Now, Clark, she's been through a lot, so, I hope you-"

"Yes. Of course I asked if it was okay." Clark nods.

Martha nods back. "And you haven't talked to her since?"

"We did last night when you went upstairs. She told me to pretend it didn't happen. She said it was meaningless and a one time thing." He pauses. "That it was a moment of weakness."

"Oh, Clark, don't tell me you believe her."

"I don't know anymore, mom. Like you said, she's been through a lot. And I haven't seen any news about Gotham recently."

"I guess being the youngest cop in the GCPD has its perks—keeping the press away." Martha lies.

"Did she talk to you before I came home last night?"