"I saw you." Clark leaned against the wall of the Talon.
"Where?" Lex stood a safe distance away, hands behind his back, holding their friendship like the fragile thing it was.
"In the hospital. When my dad woke up. You were watching us." Lex couldn't read Clark's expression.
He nodded. "You were all so happy."
Clark shrugged. Lex watched the movement of his jacket against his shoulders.
"I'm glad your father is okay. I'm glad I was there to see it." Lex smiled quickly and turned to walk away.
Clark took him by the arm, the same arm as before, the one that still bore a bruise. It stopped aching at his touch. "I'm glad, too. That you were there. Because you're the one who made it happen."
He couldn't face Clark's eyes. "Your father didn't want me there. He hates me."
"He...he doesn't understand. He doesn't understand either of us, Lex. He doesn't understand *us*."
Lex had to look up. "Us? What 'us'?"
Clark smiled. "This 'us'." And, in that quiet, dark corner of the Talon, Clark bent down and kissed Lex's lips for a moment. "Because...I think I'm in love with you."
All Lex could hear was his own heart beat as he wrapped his arms around Clark, and refused to think beyond that moment.