Dead? Oh no. Clark stood frozen on the spot for a moment, his insides squirming unpleasantly at the idea of another version of himself having been killed off. Then he swallowed roughly and moved forward, his need to comfort Lois instantly overwhelming whatever feelings of horror that he had within him about the news of some alternate Clark's death.
He placed a hand on her shoulder and tried to give her the most comforting look that he could muster. "I'm so sorry."