The front of Danny Boy's house, nighttime. His kid is dressed in a green hood and has a toy bow and arrow set. Danny has his arm in a sling. Suzie watches them from the porch. Clark has stopped by. "Green Arrow?" he asks. Danny says his kid is dressed as Robin Hood. His kid explained to him that people think he's a bad guy, but he's not. "Go figure," Danny says. "Must be all those bright colors," Clark tells him. Huh? What the fuck are you talking about, Clark? Clark apologizes for not telling Danny he's a reporter. Danny wants to be mad at Clark, but can't. He says Clark did what he thought was right, which is more than he can say for himself. He says he got all turned around. Clark is glad he found his way. Danny still has to go through an inquest. But he feels he's doing something his family can be proud of. Danny walks back to the porch. Clark stops him. He asks if it's hard to put his wife and kid through that every day. Danny says you can't lose sight of the people you're trying to protect. "It'd be harder not doing it," Danny says, "I do what I do... to keep them safe," he says. Clark has to really think about that. Ow. It hurts. Danny asks if Clark has somebody who makes it all worth it. Clark frowns, hard. More thinking. Dammit. Should have taken aspirin first.
The Talon. The lights are all on. Clark walks in as Lana is making a coffee behind the counter. She's frothing the milk. "If I squint just right it's like we're 14 again," Clark says. Ew. That's a little creepy. Lana turns and smiles. "You say that like it's a good thing," he says. She asks what's up. Clark says he couldn't sleep. "So... you came to... a coffee shop?" she asks. "Not your best plan, Mr. Kent." As much as I hate all the Lana worship, she's been more charming in these scenes than I remember her being in the past. Clark steps up to her. He says he knows she had reasons for coming back but asks why she's staying. Lana, serious, says leaving is harder than she thought. She doesn't know how long she'll be around, though. Clark says that whether she's gone tomorrow or in 10 years, the most important thing is that she's here today. That's one way to look at it, I guess. Can she leave tomorrow, though, seriously? Lana shuffles her feet nervously, she goes back behind the counter. She says they're not 14, and the world will always be bigger than the both of them. Clark says that maybe it doesn't have to be all-or-nothing. He says that for the last year, he's sacrificed everything he loves for the greater good. "What if the rest of the world didn't have to come first?" he asks. Lana says the world needs him. "What about what we need?" he asks. They gaze into each other's eyes. Clark kisses Lana. She kisses back. Sloppily. Tinkly music plays. Okay. Cut! Come on! Cut! Wow, that went on for way too long. Clark pulls back. They stare at each other some more. The music continues to blackout. That was... not very hot at all. I totally don't need a cigarette. Ever again, maybe.