Lois/Clark
Something about the way he said it had Lois thinking that they may have won but the cost had been terribly great. There were so many questions she had for him--being the constant reporter she couldn’t seem to usually shut off that part of her brain--but seeing him like this, it was like it snapped off, everything else pushed aside and her focus solely on him. And the kids. No matter what, she couldn’t help sneaking a glance toward the two of them to make sure that Henry and Aislinn were still alright.
But then her focus went right back to Clark, grasping his hands with her own and watching him, trying to think of what to say. No words seemed to want to come, which for Lois Lane was a pretty big deal, and so she leaned forward instead, hugging him tightly. She needed to touch him, to hold him, to know he was really there and that he had made it through whatever else might have happened.
The rest of it could wait for the moment because Lois knew that they would need to break apart soon and work at helping the others. That Clark would need to leave her behind in order to get sun and she’d need to get back to prepping supplies for those who would be returning from battle. Deal with the fact that not everyone would be. But for a moment, she could hold onto the man she loved and be thankful that they had both made it out of the Apocalypse.