A wash of light, faint and ghostly, paints his skin when he turns from locking the door - so quiet, the computers' humming barely even background noise.
Slow progression from screen to screen, he pauses for a moment to remind himself of every facet of this intriguing puzzle. Everything he knows; all he wants to understand.
Reaching the Porsche, he trails his fingertips across the cool surface, knowing exactly where to find the ten regular indentations in the hood's crumpled metal.
Lex glances across at the blue lit face. Innocent, lying facade... beautiful mystery, but soon he'll know all Clark's secrets.
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