Fletcher nodded, looking back at him quietly. This was how it had to be. No matter how much it hurt him, this was how it had to be. One day he may have to ask for forgiveness again, and he may not be forgiven, but that was the only way. "Of course, Tibby."
When Tiberius offered him his hand, Fletcher took it, standing up. "Ah. Clark Kent. Right." He did his best not to zone out like he usually did in these situations. There was very little when it came to Muggle things that he cared to pay much attention to. However, getting in trouble with Tiberius again after just making up sounded like a bad idea. "It is a lovely nickname," he argued. "And if you really had an issue with it, you would have said so a very long time ago and punched me. Though, that wouldn't have really ended well."
He arched an eyebrow at those words. "It was you doing the weeping," he said quietly. "Does that mean I have to leave?" He didn't really want to leave, but he also didn't want to ask to stay.