"Clark Kent?" Evan didn't need a moment to process the name. He didn't even hold back the wave of joy that he felt surge through his entire body. His smile erupted onto his face, broad and childlike. He had collected a great deal of Superman comics in his childhood. Superman had gotten him to strap a blanket around his neck and stand at the edge of the roof of his house and contemplate the odds of his ability to fly. He had, eventually, much unlike many other boys his age, decided against trying, and had escaped a broken limb.
"Oh my FUCKING GOD." He wanted to shout in happiness. He wanted to run around this man with his arms out in front of him and babble away about the adventures he'd read. What Evan did instead was cover his mouth with a fist. "Sorry. I'm sorry. You're awesome. You're the best thing. I. I mean. I lo... I'm sorry."
There were a few deep breaths and Evan managed to compose himself. He may have just told this guy that he was a comic book character in a really untactful way. He may have fucked this guy's whole world up. And that made him feel bad.
"Nobody here is ordinary, Clark." He shook his head. "And there are plenty of other people who are going to know you're different, even if you stop giving out your full name, which you might want to do if you want to stay hidden. There's a catboy here who has a bigger mouth than a sea bass, and he'll know immediately that you're not human. And he'll tell everybody. We've got a fairy. Two fairies. We've got a woman who can become an elephant. We've got all kinds here. You'll fit right in."