He was tired anyway, most of his time had been spent helping the victims of the storms that had been spreading. Keeping an eye on volcanos, and keeping up with Clark. But he wasn't Clark. He couldn't go on as long as he could, and that part frustrated him. The break was probably a good idea, but he didn't like the break being because Connor was injured. Connor had stayed beside him through all his batshit moments and he wanted to do the same, but his mind was torn in a million different directions.
Clinging to Lois seemed to be one of the few things keeping him grounded there. "About what?" The fact that he'd failed? No thanks. Or the fact that he wasn't even sure they could save everyone in Moscow? Or that anyone would even survive Lucifer for it to matter? He only clung to her a little more with a bit of a sulky expression-much like a kid who'd been scolded and chewed at his lower lip idly.
"Getting you wet." He commented off handedly and watched Krypto prance about the waiting room. Even the dog seemed on edge. "Theirs nothing to talk about, nothing I can do to fix this. I wasn't here and he got injured." Some friend he was.