( looking through walls is a little dangerous when he's busy being emotional: he's accidentally gone from using super eyes to heat vision before, and it's not a mistake he intends to make here of all places. not when he's several floors up off the ground and there's so many people inside this building, he doesn't want to hurt anyone. but she's talking, and a few deep, steadying breaths is all he needs to listen to her voice, to focus in on where it's coming from.
jon doesn't turn off the feed, but he does let the device drop to his side for a moment. just that one moment, which is also all he needs to focus in on where she is, shifting a foot on the ground to press the balls of his foot to the floor and push off at fast enough speeds to cause the camera to blur out.
three stories down the staircases takes mere moments when you're half kryptonian. slowing to a stop is a bit more complicated when he's busy trying not to cry, but he manages it regardless--sneakers skidding against the floor hard enough to leave the smell of burnt rubber behind but that doesn't matter. not when he's got his mom within reach, when he's wrapping arms around her middle and shoving his face into her stomach. it's good he didn't put on the black-framed glasses today--because he would have smashed them with no regrets if it meant getting closer to lois. )
You're here. ( his voice shakes a little, still trying to stave off those stupid, dumb tears. dumb eyes, who let this happen!! ) I--I missed you so much, Mom. There's so many things I've gotta tell you--
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jon doesn't turn off the feed, but he does let the device drop to his side for a moment. just that one moment, which is also all he needs to focus in on where she is, shifting a foot on the ground to press the balls of his foot to the floor and push off at fast enough speeds to cause the camera to blur out.
three stories down the staircases takes mere moments when you're half kryptonian. slowing to a stop is a bit more complicated when he's busy trying not to cry, but he manages it regardless--sneakers skidding against the floor hard enough to leave the smell of burnt rubber behind but that doesn't matter. not when he's got his mom within reach, when he's wrapping arms around her middle and shoving his face into her stomach. it's good he didn't put on the black-framed glasses today--because he would have smashed them with no regrets if it meant getting closer to lois. )
You're here. ( his voice shakes a little, still trying to stave off those stupid, dumb tears. dumb eyes, who let this happen!! ) I--I missed you so much, Mom. There's so many things I've gotta tell you--