Pebbles hit the glass window lightly and repeatedly, the young boy throwing it being consistent in his accurate throw and strength. It’s early in the morning, around 6 am on a Saturday, and yet the young super’s wide awake, having woken up around 4 am, done his daily exercise, don on his costume, and ran from Metropolis to Hamilton. Maybe he should have waited a few more hours, waited until people were more awake, but he couldn’t. It’s been weeks since he’d been forced to move out of Hamilton and into Metropolis, weeks since he’s last seen his best friend, and waiting further sounded unappealing.
He couldn’t hear a heartbeat but that MAY be due to his inconsistent power and so he continued lightly throwing rocks against her bedroom window. Jon had no plan as to what he’d do once he sees her (at least after hugging her tightly and maybe offering to grab food) but he’s not running on logic today, just childish instincts and wants.