Lois frowned. She hadn't meant to make Lana cry, and now she felt the urge to do it again, too. The night before, she had spent hours in her bed, holding the picture, and sobbing herself to sleep, over and over again. It had been a few weeks, and still, she missed him, mourned him.
She wanted get up and hug her, but she wasn't sure what Lana would think. So, instead, she reached out and touched Lana's arm. "He's... he wasn't really like the Clark you know who's here, but... he... he was so... wonderful, and I think if he were here now, he'd think you were wonderful." So far, Lana seemed just as caring and sweet as the Lana she knew. The only difference was, she didn't look like her.