I’ll take good care of it.” Clark had meant to go for mocking, but his voice sounded rather solemn to his own ears. Almost funereal, or maybe that was the weather. It was only a sweatshirt, but it was Lex’s.

“No,” Lex’s mouth pulled into a small smile and he looked – wistful. “I want you to have it, Clark.”

“Are you sure?”

“Always.”

*shivers* Mmm. The theme of snow really permeated this story. It's soft, quiet and beautiful, but there's something melancholy about it also. I adore your pieces like this, which just capture a moment and a feeling so perfectly. Lovely.