Lois's chin was resting in her hand. Her smile got wider and wider. "Really? That was your plan?" She was trying to imagine Clark wooing her. The mental image was of her clumsy, mild-mannered reporter of a partner trying to ask her out and it amused and delighted and intrigued her. "That's not a bad plan, Kent." She was also having trouble deciding what felt most comfortable to call him. She'd figure it out.
Her face sobered quickly, worry lines creasing her forehead. She chose her words carefully. "Having the answers helps. I had a lot of time to think up questions." She shrugged one shoulder, aware she kept firing said questions at him. "Knowing that you didn't intentionally leave for that long... means a lot. Everyone makes mistakes. And no one can begrudge you wanting to see your home."