He landed abruptly in the presence of the three who had already assembled. Not there one moment and there the next, Jor-El was starting to make a trend out of showing up out of nowhere. He could move without creating a sound and his landing was flawless, silent and sometimes most importantly, undetectable until he was still. To see not one, but two versions of his son wasn’t necessarily shocking. Jor-El had witnessed plenty of bizarre occurrences and he never fooled himself into thinking that he had seen the end of it. There was always something more and it always seemed that he expected it, whatever it was. It took a lot to astound him. It took more than a city that enjoyed pulling strangers into it’s gaping mouth on a daily basis, that was for sure.
He felt like he needed to take his son in, both of them. Seeing the youngest one with his own two eyes was somehow different from how he had viewed him before in the Fortress. It was much more realistic. It was real. To look at him now, Jor-El didn’t feel as if he were watching him from behind a glass window that permitted his voice to travel, but kept him from reaching out. He could not have gone to him before. It was always Clark who had to come to him, and when he came, it was… not how it could have been if he were alive.
Seeing him in a whole new way, with the eyes of a being who was physically able to move and feel, Jor-El was bearably overwhelmed. This was his son after all— both of them— his only child, whom he had sent away so that he could live when the rest of them were destined to take their last breaths. And then there was Kara, pretty like her mother had been, and gentle and compassionate enough to have watched over Kal-El as a baby. He approved of her. She was nothing like her father. And Lara had loved her. That gave him more reason to hold her in his favor.
Jor-El took up stance next to her, not trusting himself to get too close to either of the others, especially not the Clark that was from where he had been taken. As a father seeing his son for the first time in what seemed like hundreds of years, it would not be unrealistic for him to get overly emotional. So he didn’t touch. Not yet.
“This will not be like the last time, Kal-El. You’ll enjoy it more," he reassured. If Clark panicked, the whole thing could come crashing down. To stay calm was the difference between being able to fly and staying in touch with the ground.