The Glitter Jungle:
Fiction:
 

Speak
Another emotionally stunted Luthor moment.
 

I must let it out, must force myself to spell it, to use words and language and express myself or else...

Or else I might lose him forever.

"Lex..."

So hard to push these words out of my mouth. A conscious effort of muscles, mind striving to overcome boundaries, to do what I could have never done before.

"Son."

I will find a way to say it. He looks at me, not so much patient as resigned, tiredly accepting my lingering, my inability to tell him what I came here to tell him. He probably thinks it's some elaborate scheme, a mind game. It's anything but.

"I love you, son."
 

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