Lois took a moment to focus her attention on Oliver. It was easier to do that than think about what she’d just learned. Oliver was concrete, he was standing in front of her. Chloe was...she didn’t want to know what her cousin was, didn’t want to believe it just yet. Couldn’t believe it just yet.
He looked like crap, tired and worn down and there was a sense of loss in him that Lois didn’t think she had ever seen before. It also reminded her of what else had been lost because of her cousin’s...being gone. There would be no blond haired nephew anymore, no baby Queen for anyone to dote on and for Lois to corrupt. All that promise was simply snuffed out because of one tragic turn of events. But wasn’t that how death was?
“Where is she?” she asked, voice sounding hollow to her own ears, but she pushed that away, forcing down the urge to cry, to feel.