It was Lois' turn to listen now, which she did quietly. She took yet another step or two towards him which left her standing right in front of him. Slowly, she placed a comforting hand on his arm. At least, she hoped it was comforting.
She looked concerned. "Clark, no, they don't hate you. I'm sure they're upset, obviously, but I really don't think they hate you. I don't think they're expecting anything out of you. But they're great kids. Lisa and I are friends, and Jon and Mia are... everything the twins of Superman and a tough, snarky doctor would be," she said with a half-smile. "They've got a lot of your powers, and even a few different ones, I think. If you want to be a part of their lives, I'd talk to them and see what they say."
Lois watched him carefully, then nodded a little. "Jason isn't here, for starters. Neither is Richard. Or Perry, or Jimmy." Lois had gotten good at hiding the incredible loneliness she'd felt for several months after being pulled here. "I saw... you wiped my memory?" Her voice ended with some incredulity, wondering why on earth he'd do such a thing. She understood it a little, yet another part of her wanted to be indignant that Superman -- Clark -- had taken such an action without asking her.