Lois started to argue with him about distance not mattering and that she knew damn well he was capable of carrying her, but when he procured the music glass she stopped short. As it glowed and then sang in her hand her eyes widened with curiosity and surprise and she was, as she rarely was, silent.
"Clark..." She didn't know quite what to say. "You have nothing of your mother's. I couldn't possibly...I know how hard it is for you to find connection to them."
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