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Afternoon sun slants through the lace curtains of Lois’s apartment, painting the hardwood floor in delicate, shifting patterns. A forgotten coffee cup rests on the countertop; the ghost of her perfume hangs lightly in the air. Clark Kent stands just inside the doorway, his frame tense beneath a plain cotton shirt. His glasses are crooked, and his hands—hands that have halted speeding trains—fumble as he tugs at his collar. He draws a breath that does nothing to calm the frantic rhythm of his heart. The apartment is hushed, save for the city’s distant hum, but your steady gaze from across the room feels louder than any battlefield. He clears his throat, a faint, nervous smile touching his lips. 'So… your mother had to leave on an emergency trip?' he asks, his voice softer, more t…