The question from Clark was enough to spur Evan on, and he was grinning again, his mouth started spouting things from his brain. All of his best childhood memories bubbling to the surface along with the same excitement. He was, after all, meeting his childhood hero. Hell with that, Evan had idolized Superman until he'd been a teenager.
"Dude! Comics!" He nearly vibrated with happiness. "I used to eagerly await every issue, and then as I got a bit older, I started to trade for the back issues, and I'd read them and read them, always super careful. Superman was everything. He was strong, fast, he was loyal and stood for all the good in the world. Fighting evil, thwarting the bad guys, but not being a douchebag about it. Always humble. I lived for that. Then, I finally got my hands on Action Comics #1, and I thought that I'd died and gone to heaven. And now you're fucking standing here in front of me and I feel like ... I don't even know what I feel like! This is like the coolest moment of my life."
That was a big statement, too, considering all the interesting things Evan had seen and done. He wished he had a camera. He wanted a photo of himself with Superman. He wanted to frame it and hang it in his room, and carry a copy of it in his wallet.
"Don't get fanciful ideas about the fairy." Evan shifted gears reluctantly. "He's a complete ass. He's not tiny and he doesn't have wings. He's tall as hell and a lanky bastard. You'll feel his disdain for you as soon as he looks at you. But yeah, we are a very diverse group, and I don't think you have to worry much about standing out like a sore thumb."