It was now three in the morning and sleep still failed Clark. His parents went back to bed and he had showered to get the smell of smoke and raw animal off his skin. When he went into his bedroom to change, Clark expected Lois to be asleep in his bed again. Instead, the bed covers were wrinkled but there was no Lois in site. After putting on boxers and a t-shirt, he went downstairs and found Lois, sprawled out over the couch. He knew she took it so he could get some rest on a nice bed but Clark wasn’t tired, wasn’t awake, wasn’t anything. He was just blank inside, void of all emotion, all feeling. He felt like crap before going into the fire and he came back out in much worse shape. Now Clark was sitting on the front porch stair, staring at the dark shadow that was once the Irig barn.

glad to see him show some human emotion

That farm was always so full of life. The calves were born there every spring; the horses and goats would come out and graze. It was such a happy place. Clark loved it as a child because the Irig’s raised chickens for their meat and not their eggs so he got to see the little babies hatch. Just the memory of holding that soft, little, yellow chick brought tears to his eyes. If he hadn’t been so lost in his thoughts, Lois’ sudden presence would not have startled him.

“Sorry.” Lois spoke softly. “Are you okay? I was really worried about you back there.”
Clark glared at Lois and didn’t care what he looked like to her anymore. Hero or weakling, he felt so low right now, nothing mattered. “No, I’m not.”

Glad he's not afraid to tell it like it is

Lois surprised him by sitting down next to him and gently rubbing his back “Do you want to talk?”

Clark turned away, “Lois, I am in no mood to continue our previous discussion in any way, shape…”

Lois placed two fingers on his lips. “I came here to ask if you want to talk about tonight.” She took her fingers off his lips and stroked his check. “Tonight, just be true and talk to me.”

Clark looked down at his hands and was silent. When he came back up to face Lois, tears were streaming down his face. so very moving, that whole scenerio

Clark didn’t need to be asked twice. He pulled Lois close to his body and she curled into his chest. Lois brought Clark’s head back to the cradle of her neck. Once in that secure position, holding on to each other, they gave in. Lois and Clark sobbed for their fight earlier, for the Irig’s and their loss but mostly for each other. Neither one could stand to see the other in pain so all they could do was cry. The tears didn’t seem to stop and Lois and Clark were not letting go.