Tonight, Lex closes his eyes, and on the hazy black edge of unconsciousness feels warm lips brush his forehead, and for a little while longer he'll be drunk enough to make believe that this is still Clark here with him, and that he can't see what will happen next.

You broke my heart. Lex wishing for the uncertainty that would allow him to postpone being the villain, only to meet the certainty of Superman. The alternative: death. *whimper*