"ALEXANDER LUTHOR!" Clark bellowed, loud enough to hurt Lex's ears, but not loud enough for the crowd below to hear or understand. "DON'T YOU EVER, EVER SCARE ME LIKE THAT AGAIN!"
"Clark," Lex breathed, amazed.
"I was so damn SCARED, Lex," Clark hissed, burying his nose in the skin of Lex's neck. "I came as soon as I could, and oh GOD! I thought I was too late, because you weren't there. I couldn't see you anywhere! Oh God, Lex!"
Lex manuvered his arms out of Clark's crushing embrace and circled Clark's neck with them, stroking the silky black hair and petting the bent neck.
"God, Clark, it hurt so bad to be without you. So I enlisted Chloe to help me with this scheme, and I thought if I did something so collossally stupid as publically threatening to kill myself, you'd come running to save me, and then I was standing there, and I thought that if I didn't do it, I'd regret it, and I'd never have the courage or the opportunity to do anything so thrillingly amazing. It was like it was enticing me to jump. And then I was falling and falling and you weren't there and I thought for sure that you had gotten over me, and I was so afraid that you would let me fall. And I couldn't figure out whether I wanted to fall or not."
"Lex," Clark moaned, "all you ever had to do to get me back was ask me."
"It's hard to think rationally when you're in emotional agony and you've enlisted the help of the resident Drama Queen," Lex admitted.
"I thought you didn't want me," Clark said, and it was a question, even though it wasn't.
"God, no!" Lex contradicted. "I just didn't want you to ignore me. I felt so alone, and you were supposed to be my boyfriend, and boyfriends aren't supposed to be alone when they go on dates, and I just couldn't take it anymore. I felt like all those other people in the world were more important than me. And I was jealous, and hurt, and I just needed a good, loud, shouting match. But you kept agreeing with me, and I couldn't yell at you."
"Oh Lex," Clakr sighed, hugging him tighter as they floated toward the top of the building. "Of course I care more about you than everyone else in the world. You can just take care of yourself better than they can. I thought...I thought I knew how to balance the two halves of my life, but I guess not."
"I'll help you if you want," Lex offered.
"Of course I want your help." Clark traced his fingers down Lex's cheek as he spoke. "It's just that I was always taught growing up that other people were more important than my own needs. That I had these abilities and need to help others as much as I can. That the world needs me more than I need the world. It was always duty before love, my course laid out irrevocably before me, and nothing I can do about it.
"But I don't believe that it's that simple anymore. If I neglect myself, I can't do my job as well. I begin to lose Clark Kent inside Superman, and the larger than life persona of my alter ego strangles what I love and what I need, and if I don't keep the two sides separate, then they'll cancel each other out and destroy me."