He shuffled from one foot the other, trying to buy time, trying to come up with an answer that wouldn’t scare her away or turn everything into a confusing, jumbled mess. Chris stole a glance at the ground, glued his eyes there as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. “I know you, yes.” Thinking that it would be better to look at her while he was speaking, he lifted his eyes back to where they’d been before.
Clark, both of them, had been a whole different story. That could have been because he’d talked to them over the internet first, before meeting them face to face. Whatever the reason for their confrontations being easier for him was, Chris wasn’t as settled, wasn’t as laid back, with Lois.
She was his mother, and he’d been with her minutes before coming to Los Angeles via bathroom door. This meeting was a special circumstance. It wasn’t like anything else.
“That’s exactly it. You’re younger than I remember you.” He took a breath, a deep breath that he needed, drastically. “You’re kinda like, I mean, you are my mother.”