[Years of practice keep Lois from startling at the sudden appearance; Clark's done it to her enough times that she's used to it, and she'd almost think it was him, except for the fact Jon is young and on the scrawny side.
But she smiles, regardless, warm and bright. This isn't Clark, or either of her boys, but he knows her, and he came to find her. That means something.]
You look an awful lot like your father. [It's not a guess, it doesn't need to be.
After only a brief hesitation, she reaches out to rest her palm against Jon's cheek, an easy gesture of affection. It's obvious from the question that he knows she isn't his Lois, so she wants to reassure him that it's alright, that even if she doesn't know him right now, she'll still care about him.] What's your name, sweetie?
the boy!!!!
But she smiles, regardless, warm and bright. This isn't Clark, or either of her boys, but he knows her, and he came to find her. That means something.]
You look an awful lot like your father. [It's not a guess, it doesn't need to be.
After only a brief hesitation, she reaches out to rest her palm against Jon's cheek, an easy gesture of affection. It's obvious from the question that he knows she isn't his Lois, so she wants to reassure him that it's alright, that even if she doesn't know him right now, she'll still care about him.] What's your name, sweetie?