Clark didn't waste any time in seeking Kon out. He had been a little ways off, taking care of a few problems red, blue, and yellow style, when he had found out that Kon was going through yet another malfunction. Was malfunction really the world that he wanted to use? It sounded so robotic. Inhumane. Wrong. Kon was none of those things. He was someone that Clark had grown to care for, someone that he had learned to trust, confide in, and be around when there was no one else in the world that he could do so with. In this time and place, where he was so thrown out of loop from all that he had left behind, it was Kon, the strange boy who had claimed to be his own clone, that Clark had found to be his closest friend.
Maybe even his best, if he was going to be honest with himself. He couldn't look at him like a science experiment gone wrong. He wasn't. He was a person, one who needed help, and Clark was going to do everything in his power to make sure Kon got out of all of this all right. He wouldn't let him fall apart. He couldn't.
Even from far off, flying towards the complex from a few blocks down at a highly elevated level, Clark could see Kon standing alone on the rooftop. He didn't look happy. But then, why would he be?
Clark carefully landed on the roof beside him, a strong hand immediately reaching out to grasp at one of Kon's shoulders. Worried blue eyes flashed toward Kon's own, standing out incredibly in combination with the blue uniform he was wearing. "How are you feeling?"