Lex moved in between you and the two men, nearly concealing you from them. He gave them one of his signature grins, “You don’t mind if I borrow them, do you?” He didn’t wait for a reply before grabbing your left hand and pulling you away from Bruce and Clark. You gave them a smile and a wave, mouthing a quick sorry as you did so.
Lex took you into a secluded hallway. He let go of your hand and began to pace in front of you. He tugged at his blue tux, the same one you helped pick out for him, and bit his lip. It was clear he was in deep thought which only made you question your plan. Maybe making him jealous wasn’t the best course of actions.
“Lex,” You spoke up after a few minutes of silence, “What’s wrong?”
He stopped pacing. You watched him in anticipation, noticing the way his hands fidgeted ever so slightly as he took deep breaths.
“Most would believe that I suffer from hypopituitarism. Claiming that I’ve never felt love,” He voice shook, his hands still fidgeted, and he wouldn’t look at you, “I beg to differ. It’s too rare of a disease for me to even have. I’ve felt it before; love. Not with dad–no–defiantly not with dad. I never knew mother, so it wasn’t her either.” He swallowed thickly and began to pace again, “Who else is there? I knew I felt love, although I never could pinpoint it; not until tonight.” He turned around on his heel, finally looking you in the eye, “Not until I saw the way Kent and Wayne looked at you; the way they watched you; they way they spoke to you.” He gripped his suit, his eyes boring into your own with what you could only assume as jealousy, “Not until I saw you with them instead of me.”
That was unexpected.
“Lex,” You spoke his name softly, moving to place your hands on his pale cheeks. He leaned into them, his jealousy fading at your touch. You smiled at the sight. You gave him a soft peck on his cheek, beside your hand, “I love you too.”