Aftershocks
Lois walked past the bathroom and spotted Clark in front of the sink, gazing blankly down and not moving. They had to be at work in 40 minutes, and he hadn't even done his hair yet. She saw through his reflection in the mirror that he had his toothbrush in hand, but was just standing it up on the sink.
She opened the door wider and stepped inside. That snapped him out of it as he looked over his shoulder at her.
"Are you ok?"
"Yeah, I just zoned out for a minute."
She walked up to him anyway and touched his arm. She could tell from his eyes that he knew what she was worried about. It wasn't every day that people got brought back to life, or rather, awakened from death-like comas. It was possible that even Superman's mind wasn't invulnerable to aftershocks.
"I'm fine, Lois. Honest," he said, giving her a reassuring smile and pecking her on the cheek.
"Alright."
She took a couple steps back, but her hand lingered on him.
"Promise. If anything's wrong, to tell me?"
"I promise."
She smiled slightly and left the room. Clark took a deep breath before grabbing the toothpaste.