"Kinda, I mean, it's Superman's. The Fortress of Solitude is his place...I went there to ask him a favor, and he ended up offering hot chocolate." For all intents and purposes, that had been a pretty good night, talking to Clark, showing him what he planned to do the following day. It was why he was hoping the big man was around somewhere.
Kyle could feel how small her hand really was when it was held within his own, small but soft, the scent of her shampoo was a faint fragrance in the air when they were sitting next to each other. The small amount of contact, it might have even seemed trivial to someone else, did make him feel better, which he knew was her intention. At the question she posed, he had to think about it, taking in a deep breath. "No. I wouldn't have been any different than him, if I had gone through with it. It was one of the only times I ever wanted to..'
There were two other women in his life that had suffered because of who he was, but dealing with one was enough for the moment, he didn't want the onslaught of memories. "You can tell me." He was willing to listen to anything she had to say. It'd help him understand what had upset her, and how he could fix it.