"It'd be easier, if I'd lost her." He confessed, sighing a bit under his breath- and then automatically regretting his words.

"No, scratch that. It would not be easier, and I hope I won't have to find out what 'losing' her is like until we're old enough, happy enough with how our lives have turned to let it go.

But at least then I'd get closure, I'd know she's in a better place. Now it's like..." He chewed on his lower lip, a habit he'd never had when Lois was around. "It's like she's nearby, but I can't quite reach her. I can only wait and do my best to help those who actually have a chance to bring us back home."

Then he turned towards her again, a sad smile on his lips as he opens the door for her. "But it's a good thing, to know you haven't had to go through that yet. I knew it... pretty early, since I always knew my birth parents had died. You can definitely cry the loss of people you haven't known."