It isn't like it's a ton of fun having to lie to everyone every second of the day about who I really am. That was something Clark Kent could relate to more than anyone else in the world. He had spent his entire life hiding who he really was from people, save the Kent family. It was only until he came here, where everyone knew that Superman was, in fact, Clark Kent, that Clark had truly been able to be himself. Sure, he had been able to put on the costume when he needed to back in Metropolis, but when the costume came on, the bits of his own personality that he had incorporated into Clark Kent vanished and Clark often found that he had wished he could wear both faces without the risk of the world turning away and condemning him for who and what he was. That was still partly a risk here, but there were people Clark could turn to now. More people than he'd ever had before.
"Neither did I," Clark told Kon honestly, "but we are who we are. That was a very hard lesson that I had to learn when I was growing up." Always being the outcast wherever he went, not knowing how to interact with people all through school. Clark's childhood had not been an easy one; it wasn't until he fully accepted the weight of his power and what he could truly do with it - which was only recently, really - that Clark felt like maybe his existence was truly worth something after all. It had taken Clark years to reach that conclusion. He worried that Kon himself was nowhere near that discovery himself, blue eyes examining the boy worriedly at the thought. "You don't have to lie to everyone, you know," Clark told him, "there are people at the complex who would understand who you are." His expression softened a little. "And me."
I could end up snapping and going crazy and all.
"Not gonna happen," Clark said, somewhat confidently. "We'll keep each other sane. All right?"