[ That was... pretty much exactly what he was thinking. Things discussed in a kitchen were always a lot more comfortable. He'd spent a lot of time in his mother's kitchen, after all, talking to her about things.
He leads the way, keeping Lois close, unable to make himself step any farther away. Lois. Lois. His Lois. She's alive. She's here. She's okay. His brain is spinning.
When they actually get there, he swallows and glances over at her with an awkward, but heartfelt, smile. He puts on a bit of his 'diner cook' voice. ]
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He leads the way, keeping Lois close, unable to make himself step any farther away. Lois. Lois. His Lois. She's alive. She's here. She's okay. His brain is spinning.
When they actually get there, he swallows and glances over at her with an awkward, but heartfelt, smile. He puts on a bit of his 'diner cook' voice. ]
What can I do you for, Lo?