Then there's Lex. "The happy couple!" he announces. Er, he means you and him, Clark. He snarks that they're sneaking off when there's work to be done. Sure, Mr. $500 shoes and no work gloves. "Fire him," Lana snarks back, but so whisper-quiet that nobody hears it but Lex and the closed-captioning typist. Lana awkwardly says that she'll wait for Clark. Then she stands five feet away. Lex says he's not Lana's favorite person right now. Clark says, "She doesn't trust you," in an odd tone of voice. He seems perfectly fine with Lex. Lex says that everybody's made mistakes. Awful, evil mistakes. Murder, even. Lex says that's in the past, and that they've been given a second chance. "I hope we can rebuild more than the town," he says seriously. Clark gives him a long stare and says, "So do I." Let's start by pitching a tent! Erecting some wood? Lex watches Clark go for a very long time. It's the Gayest Look of the Episode (or what passes for it these days).
Long panning shot of the barn-raising, some craters, and then Clark chasing Lana up a hill. Clark catches up to her and grabs her by the hips. She falls back into his arms, giggling. She turns and kisses him, arching her back quite a lot. Craaaackkk! That wasn't her, it was me. I just stretched my legs. Clark looks down and picks up a big rock. No, Clark, you can't turn it into an engagement ring anymore. They walk. Lana says that she can't believe another meteor shower hit the town, "as if the first one when [they] were kids wasn't bad enough." Her parents were flattened by a meteor. So she's gone from bringing it up constantly to being flippant about it. I guess that's some sort of progress. Clark must have picked up a hand-crafted Bo Duke Platitude Stone, because he says that maybe this isn't the end of things, but a new beginning and a second chance. In the ratings? Sure, why not? Lana says that there are so many things she's done -- things she hasn't told him. Clark brushes that off before Lana can ask, "What are your views on genocide?" He says it's all in the past now: "The past can't hurt us anymore." A caveman needs to suddenly appear to smack Clark in the face. "You're right," Lana says brightly, "no more crystals or spaceships or meteor showers." "Sounds good to me," Clark says. Can we add to that list octagons, back tattoos, and French witches? Clark eyes the clunky meteor rock in his hand. He throws it. "Fucking OW!" a cow moos.