"No," Clark replied, "I wouldn't have. But that's because there's nothing out there that's bothering me. Nothing about flying, anyway. So what if I can't fly? There are plenty of people who can't fly. In fact, most people can't fly. I don't understand why it's such a big deal, Dick." First Kara, now Dick. Kara was more understandable since she was family and very much dedicated to the Kryptonian way, but what was Dick playing at? This wasn't something that Clark was all bent out of shape about. He was perfectly fine being on the ground. You know, where he belonged. "Him? Him who?" Clark was confused. First Dick asked him to meet him out on the rooftop so that he could 'show Clark something', then he went on with the interrogation, and now he was going on about someone in a vague way that made that confusion of his worse. Clark rubbed a hand across his forehead in frustration. He wasn't going to get angry or start yelling or anything like that, but he couldn't deny being a little irritated. "Why don't you try the straightforward approach instead? I do a lot better with those."
Clark went silent, as did Dick. He gave him a moment to gather his thoughts, all the while trying to straighten out all of the things that Dick had just presented him in his head. When Dick spoke again, Clark looked over at him carefully and nodded. "I remember." It was one of the first conversations that he had shared with Dick when he had first gotten here. It was hard to forget when a stranger knew about his heritage, especially when that stranger came from a world that was remotely similar to his own.