She halts and when her voice comes, it’s hollow and anguished. “You’d better go, Clark. I wouldn’t want you to miss your flight.” She doesn’t make a motion to turn around, to face me. My heart is breaking.
“Goodbye, Lois,” I say softly. I walk up behind her and place a kiss, ever so gently, in her hair. I feel a slight hesitation in her, as if she might want to turn around. But she doesn’t.
And then I walk away.
And he doesn't get far because with his superhearing he can hear the tiny soft sobs coming from Lois and so he turns back, shouts "Lois" and running back towards her says "I can't miss my flight", grabbing her in his arms he hurdles skyward.
Rest of discussion occurs floating above Metropolis.
