Clark wasn't sure what he was doing. It had been two days since Lois had dropped a bomb of doubt on him, and the uncertainty was killing him. Before she said anything he had felt for sure that what he was doing had been justified; even when Bruce had tried to call him on his actions earlier he could brush it aside. But no more.
That's how he found himself standing outside of Happy Harbor High, staring at the entrance like it was a piece of kryptonite.
Taking a steadying breath, Clark strode up the stairs and into the building. He quickly located the office and made his way over to the secretary.
"How can I help you?" the secretary, a portly but kind-faced woman, asked.
"Hello. I'm here to take my nephew, Conner Kent, to lunch."
"Of course. I'll have to check to make sure you're on his contact list, but I'll page him when the bell rings in a minute or so. Name?"
"Clark Kent."
"One moment," the secretary typed a few things into the computer, "Alright! You're on the list."
The bell rang, and the secretary announced over the intercom, "Conner Kent to the office, Conner Kent to the office."
It wasn't long before Conner was standing in the doorway, his face all but screaming 'What are you doing here?'
Clark cleared his throat and placed his hand on Conner's shoulder, guiding him out of the office, "Come on Con, we're going to lunch."
"Alright," Conner replied slowly, not sure what exactly was going on but going with it anyway.
As soon as their feet hit the sidewalk, Conner shrugged Clark's hand away and took a step back.
"What's going on? If this is about your secret I.D. then you don't have to worry. I wasn't planning on telling anyone."
Conner's voice was full of hostility. Clark took note to proceed with caution.
"It's not about that. We're just going to lunch."
"Lunch?" Conner repeated, eyebrow raised in skepticism.
"Yes, lunch. I was thinking hamburgers."
Conner stuffed his hands in his pockets. He was unsure about it all but…
"Make it hotdogs."