Private with Jill

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Lex had felt claustrophobic in Smallville. The town was so small and in the middle of no where, but at least he could leave every once in a while. The island was worse, because he could not leave.

If it were a room, Lex's roaming of the island would most likely be considered pacing. At least because it was an island, he could hide the nervous tendencies. A Luthor always had an readable poker face. But even as it made him nervous, Lex couldn't help loving the island for the sole fact that there was no Lionel Luthor on it's shores.

With his hands in his pockets, Lex was currently walking down the path between the beach and the compound, hoping to find Clark. They needed to talk.

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It wasn't actually like Jill for her to come barreling out of the trees, but she'd just had a terribly... odd conversation with Peter. Bow and arrows in hand, she almost ran Lex down before she pulled herself up short. "Oh! Oh, goodness, I'm terribly sorry. I didn't mean to almost run into you like that!"