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💛 for jessica’s honest opinion of clark:
“Clark Kent,” Jessica slurs to the person sitting next to her. “Is a goddamn enigma. On the one hand, he’s this simple, country guy, who’s mom makes goddamn knits scarves for goddamn strangers,” she says, tugging on the new scarf around her neck. It’s warm and wonderful and she hates how much she loves it. “And on the other hand, he’s got this… this goddamn secret. How does a guy that bad at lying have any secrets? I’ll never fucking know.” She shakes her head, and the room spins. She turns to the stranger. “You ever meet Superman?” she asks, as if she’s changing the subject. As if she doesn’t suspect a connection. “I did. He took me flying.” She pauses, biting at her lip. “Hanging out with Clark is like that. Like flying. You just sorta have to trust that you’re not gonna fall, and if you do – it’s kind of beautiful.”
