Between
Two voices, one higher, the other lower. Both male.
Clark had said that he'd just walk Lex to his car. Unless that other voice belonged to Pete, they must not have gotten that far.
Jonathan watched his son and that Luthor boy through the screen door.
As he reached for the door handle, he felt Martha's hand on his shoulder.
Following her gaze, he saw the young men's hands casually clasped together.
His mouth twisted, but the calm acceptance, happiness, even, in Martha's eyes quenched his anger.
He drew his wife into his arms, then went to set a fourth place for dinner.