He pulled back enough so that he could look into Fletcher's eyes, wanting to see if he was telling the truth. Fletcher cared about him. Fletcher wouldn't lie. His heart told him this was so and that was why it was so easy for him to believe what he felt had to be truth. He slowly nodded his head, leaning back from the embrace. "I suppose that is alright," he agreed.
He shifted then, his head throbbing from the build up of tears, having shifted into a headache. He stood, holding his hand out to Fletcher to help the man up from his crouched position. "Superman is the one from the planet Krypton, he flies through the sky. He has a secret identity known as Clark Kent, who is a complete pushover," he said with a bit of a laugh. "But you're not Clark Kent, you're Superman, the hero," he explained with a true Tibby smile. Then he rolled his eyes. "You gave me the worst nickname," he commented, but he had never complained. Secretly, he loved it and he suspected Fletcher knew that.
"Good," he then said, beaming now. "Enough weeping? You have to speak with your employees in the morning, we both really should get some sleep. I've got a lot of work to do in Hestia's absence," he suggested.