"A guy named Warrior Angel should have wings," is Marty's opinion. "And maybe armor."
"Once when you were -- what?" Doc stares at Clark for a long moment, wind startling to swirl up around them. "Why are you even--"
"Doc," Marty says, seeing the beginnings of a potential storm.
Doc forces himself to calm down a little. Sorry, Clark, you just managed to hit one of his major hot buttons. "Sorry," he says, turning back to his work. "I just -- he did that to you, and -- what? How?"
"Guessing it has something to do with the time he screwed with your head," Marty says, though he doesn't look any happier about it than Doc does.
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Date: 2011-03-17 07:07 pm (UTC)"Once when you were -- what?" Doc stares at Clark for a long moment, wind startling to swirl up around them. "Why are you even--"
"Doc," Marty says, seeing the beginnings of a potential storm.
Doc forces himself to calm down a little. Sorry, Clark, you just managed to hit one of his major hot buttons. "Sorry," he says, turning back to his work. "I just -- he did that to you, and -- what? How?"
"Guessing it has something to do with the time he screwed with your head," Marty says, though he doesn't look any happier about it than Doc does.