[ Kon landed at LexCorp, stumbling. Clearly out of it for some reason, Lex didn't know. He had one arm in his jacket and had seemingly given up putting it on properly before coming in through the same entrance that this world's actual Conner used. Guess that stayed the same across universes.
Kon looked exhausted and messy, nothing like his regular self. The past few weeks had been rough. He had been off planet, he had made so many stupid fucking mistakes, he had been betrayed by people he thought were his friends, he had been cloned, he had killed a friend, got the cold shoulder from his Clark again, fucking told off by lanterns.
So he took a page from his cousin's book and bit absolutely shit faced.
He’d done good, though. He had to remember that. He had saved people like him, even if he hadn't done it the way he thought he had. He’d found them a home, a place to build their own lives, to forge their own futures no one could steal or dictate. They’d asked him to stay. He’d almost said yes. The word had been a hot, selfish coal in his throat. He wanted to say yes. Leave earth behind. Start new. Maybe even just leave this earth. But he’d swallowed it. He was still needed. He had a purpose, he had a duty, he had kids who looked up to him and the trust of first responders, and the responsibility to not let another kid become him. So he’d left with what was left of his dignity, promised to visit, and then found the nearest red sun.
He didn't go back to his Earth. He went to Clark's. The one where he was liked. The one where Tim was his and everything was soft and wonderful. He'd been sitting with Tim, floating absently, brushing through his lover's hair as the alcohol's fuzziness held him together like cheap glue. Blissful. His senses had slowly returned, the familiar rhythms of hearts coming into focus: Clark's steady beat, Ma's, Pa's, Bart's racing pulse, Cassie's.
One by one, they filled the silence.
Kon shot up, the sudden movement making the room spin. He blinked, the dizziness clawing at his skull, but the sharp spike of panic cut through it cleanly. Tim's voice called out, confused, but he was already gone, already in front of Lex, in a scene so painfully familiar it made his teeth ache.
He pointed a finger at the bald, his voice low, slurred, but laced with something practically dripping venom beneath the fog. ]
[Lex didn't answer outright, nor did he look away from his laptop. Focused on anything but the mess clearly standing infront of him.. him giving a hum as he typed away at something. It wasn't important to share what it was..]
[Lex hummed as he raised an eyebrow hearing the words.. oh what is he on about? Lex slowly looked over.. Oh this was Conner, not Genesis, explains why hes a mess]
"You gotta be clear with your words.." [Lex rolled his eyes looking back at his screen.. him slowly typing out something. In reality it was notes keeping tabs on things.. like this onr]
"Who is 'they' in this situation, Conner. There's several people you could be referring too.. gotta be clear with your words." [Then Lex looked completely at Conner, not just his head.. he turned his chair. Putting his elbows on the table and resting his head ontop]
"Pointing is rude and you look like a hot mess.. Whats with that?.."