#howwondcrous

     kon sits next to cassie, shell-shocked.  he has nothing to say, nothing to offer.  he slumps a little and puts his head on her shoulder, takes her hand.  it’s not like him, exactly, but he could use some sort of closeness.  without it, he feels like he’s floating, not even her at all.  he can offer no hope, no quips, no swagger, nothing of what usually defines him.  instead he just tries to keep his voice half-steady when he finally does manage to speak again.  “ it happened so fast, ” he says.  truthfully, kon isn’t as unharmed as he would like to believe.  he survived metropolis, but he’s not nearly as indestructible as clark, and there’s singed skin and blisters in places to prove it, but healing fast.  “ i don’t...know how to make this okay, cassie. ”