( if there were cars to lift he would shove them all out of the way, for her. while chris and lois may have had a bit of a rocky start, they--they're better, now. he loves her more than words could describe; the mother who took him in, who taught him what it was like to have a family and people who genuinely cared for you.
she gets close and reaches out and he takes an extra moment to grab onto the thing that's still following him why and throws it a bit of the way down the flooded mess, not caring much for who sees because the absolute last thing he wants to deal with is it hurting her.
chris is more than a little damp, but he doesn't care right now. not when he can wrap his arms around the person he thought he might have lost for forever, stuck in an endless wasteland with nothing but instead here he is, here she is,
and he's wrapping his arms around her neck, holding on tight. )
Sorry, I-- ( sometimes you just have to throw stuff? )
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she gets close and reaches out and he takes an extra moment to grab onto the thing that's still following him why and throws it a bit of the way down the flooded mess, not caring much for who sees because the absolute last thing he wants to deal with is it hurting her.
chris is more than a little damp, but he doesn't care right now. not when he can wrap his arms around the person he thought he might have lost for forever, stuck in an endless wasteland with nothing but instead here he is, here she is,
and he's wrapping his arms around her neck, holding on tight. )
Sorry, I-- ( sometimes you just have to throw stuff? )