Lois attempted listening to what Clark was saying at first, but as soon as he started apologizing she tried to tune him out. She didn’t want to hear the apologies, didn’t want people to start in on sending flowers and making vague associations to who her cousin had been and all the good she had done. It was one thing if it only happened at the gathering after the Funeral, but Lois knew from experience that it never seemed to end. Even eighteen years after her mother had died and there were still people who she would talk to that would bring up their condolences. It drove her mad and she didn’t want it to start again, couldn’t handle it from all of these people who knew Chloe even less than a base full of people had known her mother.
She was ready to tell him to stop when she heard him bring up what she was doing, pegging her actions better than anyone else had, and she wanted to get away from him as quickly as she could. Clark knowing her that well made her feel even more vulnerable than she already was and Lois couldn’t seem to build up enough walls around herself to keep him from seeing the truth. She had a retort on her lips, ready to pull away from him and head back into the office when she felt his grip tighten on her shoulder.
The movement distracted her for a moment, long enough for him to pick her up and fly them out of the building before she even knew what was happening. “No,” she shrieked at him, eyes widening in panic. It wasn’t because they were flying, that hardly scared her, but she didn’t want to go back to the complex where Chloe was no doubt laying inside a metal drawer. She couldn’t handle that or the photographs of the two of them in her apartment or any of a million other little things that reminded Lois of her cousin. “You bring me back right now, Clark Kent.”
Lois hit him in the shoulder, not caring for her safety at all in that moment. Maybe if she struggled enough he'd be forced to land and she would have enough time to get the hell away from him and drown herself in work all over again. “You do not get to decide my life for me. I don’t care how right you think you are. You don’t know me and you obviously don’t know what I need if you think taking me back to the...” She stopped hitting him when she realized they weren't flying in the direction of the apartment complex.
Where the hell was he taking her? Did it even really matter? Wherever it was it wasn’t the office and that was the only place Lois could think of going where she wouldn’t have to think about the awful truth. It was the only safe place for her to be at the moment and she needed to get back. “Turn this ride back around now, Clark, or I swear to god I will figure out a way to kick your ass. You’re not as invulnerable as you think you are. Everyone has their weak spot.”