Lois/Clark
In all his fear and pain, Clark hadn't been capable of taking the time to fully survey his surroundings. There were people inside. Normal people. They weren't hurt, they didn't seem to be under attack, and everything was as okay for them as it could have been during an attack like the one that they had just faced. If they were fine, that meant that Lois was fine. But, at the time, Clark couldn't fully process that. All he could see was Diana falling; death, bloodshed, Lucifer. It was blinding him to logic.
Clark?
He felt an arm around him. Clark wearily looked over and the surge of relief that followed the sight of Lois overpowered everything else, even the pain. She was okay. The war hadn't found it's way here. She was alive. He didn't speak. Instead, Clark carefully latched onto her and let her help him up so that he was able to take that information on in any other place than the floor. He fell into the nearest chair and leaned back, eyes rising to look at Lois once more.
He didn't say anything about the sunlight or his injuries. He decided to just look at Lois instead, taking her in for a long moment. Even after everything that he had just witnessed, the mere sight of her was enough to calm him. They had survived the apocalypse. Lois had survived.
But not everyone had. Clark looked down, bringing up the blue sleeve of his suit to his jaw to wipe some of the blood from his face. "It's over. Lucifer is gone." He furrowed his brow. Clark looked everything but happy about their victory. "We won."