#「 𝓛𝓛 」― corporate inbox. ( answered )

[invidentius]

❛  i wish i could hate you for what you've done, but i can't.  ❜ [[ i couldn't decide so have two <3 ]]

meme / accepting (but very very slow)

𝚕𝚎𝚡 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜, arms folded across his chest and expression impassive as ever, as he listens to clark speak. it’s rare that he graces lex’s office like this, in his ill-fitting department store suit and scuffed pleather oxfords instead of the spandex he usually dons. it ought to feel more personal this way, but somehow, this version of him feels more of an artifice than the one in the cape and tights.

maybe it’s the glasses, he thinks. he's always hated them.

“ i’m sure you expect me to be moved by your confession, but frankly, i’m a little insulted. ” he fixes clark with a razor-thin smile and leans back against the edge of his desk. they’re only separated by a few feet, close enough that lex can see the flecks of green in clark’s ocean blue eyes, but over a decade stands between them now. he can still remember the burn of river water in his lungs, but the boy who breathed life back into him feels little more than a distant memory. he wonders sometimes if clark regrets it. “ after all we’ve been through together, i feel like i’ve at least earned something a bit more passionate than polite distaste. ”

that’s the thing that clark doesn’t get, after all. if there’s one thing he learned in enduring twenty-seven years of his father’s rather unique brand of nurturing, it’s that hate is less the opposite of love and more its ugly underbelly. both the corruption of love, and evidence of it. the dregs it leaves behind once everything else is gone.

it’s clark's indifference, not hatred, that twists like a knife in his gut.

“ now if this walk down memory lane is over, some of us have real jobs. should i have mercy show you out, or were you planning on breaking one of my windows again? ”