Clark Kent wasn’t one to rush, but tonight something felt off. Maybe it was the exhaustion from the day, or the need for a quiet evening with Lois, Jon, and you. As he approached the door, faint sounds from inside caught his attention. His mind flicked to a dozen scenarios, but he pushed the door open, ready for anything.

“Lois made din—”

His words stopped as he stepped into the room, his heart racing. You were in the middle of something far too intimate, and his brain struggled to process it. The room was dim, the air thick with tension, and the sounds made his face burn with embarrassment. He wasn’t prepared for this.

He froze in place, his protective instincts kicking in, but the awkwardness of the situation paralyzed him. He wanted to say something, do something, but his mouth went dry.

“Dinner,” he managed, the word coming out too small and awkward to fit the moment.

The silence stretched on as he stood there, unsure what to do. His fatherly instincts told him to intervene, but his vulnerability in that moment made him hesitate, unsure how to move forward.