"Lorna, there's an open parking spot by the curb here, and there aren't any cars in front or behind us. Practice parallel parking here."
"Okay." The taciturn tomboy answered and began maneuvering the car toward the curb.
"Yes, just like that. Watch your mirror positions."
As he instructed and praised her, the Kryptonian was actually a little confused himself. How had his comfortable, easygoing life become so packed? He practically had to turn himself into an octopus just to keep up.
His original routine had been to look after Catherine and Hepburn during the day; take the tiger to Central Park together in the morning or afternoon, and prepare three meals a day. At night, he might head to the secret base in the eleventh-floor apartment in the Tribeca District and hammer away at the Spider Armor project.
Now, none of his original work had decreased, and he also had a farm in Georgia to worry about.
Online, he still had to deal with Kurt and Professor Curt Connors to improve his Regeneration Gene Serum.
The Mecha debts he owed and the Spider Armor upgrade schedule had no idea when they would ever be finished.
He also had to regularly visit Cathy and Weber's home to help maintain Mecha: Storm Rises Again.
Then there was taking the recently sullen Lorna and Dane out to learn driving. Only during these times did the tomboy's expression ease up a little.
Although he knew what had happened to Lorna, Henry had only hinted that she could talk to him about it.
Whether it was their age gap or their different genders, this normally blunt and carefree tomboy always became hesitant at critical moments, unable to get the words out.
Even if he directly told her what had happened and tried to soothe her