Listening to Clark lecture the way he did, almost felt like home. But the grim reality was that he was not. This Clark wasn't his and didn't know him. He felt awkward. Despite the awkward feeling, he couldn't help but feel a hint of connection. He was still Superman. He supposed it was better then nothing. "You know what they were doing today when I went back?" He paused, but it was a rhetorical question. He didn't give Clark much time to answer. "Tracing family lineage. " Kon couldn't stay. "I'm not good at lying..I don't want to be good at it. I feel like enough of a freak without broadcasting it infront of a history class." Tim could lie, he did it on a regular basis with Batman as a teacher. Superman had taught him differently. Lying was wrong.
"I'm not doing it." He didn't have real family. He had Clark's parents, but he always felt the need to call them Mr. and Mrs. Kent. He still was only recently getting the hang of calling them family. Kon had a lot of weight on his shoulders, being part Kryptonian and part Luthor. A lot of confusion and anger. Ontop of it all he had a personality, he was trying to be himself but he struggled to figure out who he was.
Most teenagers dealt with an identity crisis at one point or another, but Kon was literally still at stage one. Figuring out what he was. Was he human or was he clone.