Clark, however, would never forgive himself. Not if he'd done that to any innocent, but especially not if he hurt a child. And there was never a moment when he didn't think of Jason as a child, no matter how capable he was or how angry or anything.

He wasn't going to argue, though. There was clearly no winning that argument and he didn't-- he really didn't want to fight. He wanted to eat his food and curl up in his bed and more than likely worry over the idea of ever being Superman again because right now, he couldn't even imagine being unwound that far.

"I'm just glad he's all right," Clark finally said as he picked up his plate and his fork and made his way over to the bed to sit.