"Any particular reason why?" he asked with a raised brow. "Or is it a general level of fury that exists at all times?" That was certainly not healthy. He quirked a grin, though. "If it means saving defenseless trees from being uprooted from their homes," he began, and finished with a shrug. "Maybe." He wasn't one to get into fights lightly. He was a firm believer of talking things out if he could. It's why most people liked to mock him with "boy scout" -- well, that and his appreciation for rules, doing the right thing, and being prepared, but that was beside the point.
However, helping someone let off steam was something different. He knew how important it could be to have an outlet. Clark, often, used his writing or working on the farm as his outlet for his frustrations. Not everyone, though, processed things the same way.