Not Kon. Just Conner. Clark wasn't really sure who the boy was yet. He knew that what he was telling him was true - if the internet had gotten everything about him right, then it couldn't have been far off about Superboy either - but Clark was still having a hard time dealing with the fact that it was. That didn't mean that he was going to snub the younger male and shove off any links that they may have had with one another. Clark wanted to get to know him better, as weird as all of this was. It only seemed right that he did. How many opportunities had he truly had in his lifetime to get to know someone who had so much in common with himself? They could both fly; they both had kryptonian in them. And while Kon wasn't born and bred kryptonian, he was still somehow part of the world that Clark often dreamed about. He was like Clark. Not entirely, but in more ways than anyone else could see.
The thought both terrified and thrilled him at once and, before Clark could stop himself from speaking, he was already breathing out a mouthful of words at the boy. "According to me, I'm still very confused. And I was very confused when I got here. I didn't know what I was looking at when you showed up," Clark admitted, "I just knew that it was something that seemed impossible in my world. I was supposed to be the only one. Then there you were and -" After everything that Tyrell had put everyone through; what Clark had learned about his planet's destruction, combined with the experience of having grown up alone and feeling as though he were the world's biggest freak of nature. Clark had been put off guard, outraged, and genuinely shocked by the discovery that there was indeed another person like him out there somewhere. He shouldn't have been alone. He should have had someone. As much as Clark loved his earth parents for protecting and raising him and loving him, he knew that there was, on some level, something else that he needed that they couldn't possibly begin to provide him. Krypton.
"You can talk to me," Clark continued, arms folding over his chest again. This time, it wasn't in a disciplinary manner. Clark looked more concerned than anything else. "I know I upset you. I can see it in the way you look at me and I'm sorry for it. It's taken me some time to adjust to everything and, now that I have, I want you to know that you're not alone. If you can forgive me for being so slow on the uptake, I'd really like to start up fresh with you."