Clark quietly stepped into the bathroom doorway, his expression concerned. It wasn't for himself, but for Lois. "Honey?" He moved forwards, hesitantly reaching for her. Sometimes even when she wanted comfort, she defaulted into brushing him away. She never meant it, or the yelling that only occasionally accompanied it. It was just her default, and he understood that.
"Lois?" Slowly, slowly, he wrapped his arms around her from behind. He buried his nose in her hair, inhaling the scent of her shampoo, and taking comfort in it, letting his own body heat be her comfort. "It's been a long, rough day for everyone," he told her, trying to keep his voice steady. "So I'm gonna hold my wife for a minute, and then we can talk."