Clark goes over to see what the ladies are up to, leaving Oliver and Carter to wax serious. "Even though I married Shayera a hundred times, I had to lose her that many, as well." There's a happy medium between doop-dee-doo clowning and soul-crushing depression that these folks have apparently not found yet. But it's Carter's way of trying to find a segue for the next thing he says: "I know I don't usually get all warm and fuzzy, but I am sorry about Chloe." Oliver nods his thanks and looks sad for a while. Then he gives a little smirk. "You're not gonna hug me now, are ya?" "No," Carter says quickly. Aw, hug him! Carter says he understands how, it's at times like this you most miss someone you love. Oliver hopes Lois and Clark never go through the same loss, but Carter logically points out that there are no ways to avoid that possibility. Unless y'all die at the same time, it's pretty much guaranteed. Carter says he's learned that fear should never decide love. They look at each other for a while. Hug! Hug, damn you! Oliver offers the happy couple a toast: "You two are destined to be together." They're engaged now -- quit selling it so hard! Everyone cheers and claps.