Clark found that he wasn't a fan of sitting there and watching Darcy put herself down just because she was pregnant. Plenty of women got pregnant. It wasn't like this was all some big unknown for all of mankind. For Clark, maybe, because he wasn't used to being around someone that was pregnant, but not for the world in itself. Clark didn't think she looked like a cow at all and the fact that she was so easily calling herself one didn't really feel okay to him. “I know cows,” Clark pointed out, “raised on a farm, remember? I worked on the fields with them just as often as my dad did. I can tell you right now, Darcy Rhone, you are no cow.” He tried for a light, playful grin at that, as to keep himself from looking like more of a geek than he figured he already sounded. “I think you're pregnant. You're also extremely beautiful and, every time I hear you say otherwise, I'm just going to have to point it out to you over and over again until you get the picture.”
He had hoped that bringing up Jor-El would mostly fly over Darcy's head as a silly name she wouldn't think on too heavily, but she had taken the name in curiously. Not that it was a bad thing, it was just something that Clark hadn't exactly expected her to ask him about right then and there. He shrugged, then looked down at his hands thoughtfully. “Jor-El is my birth father,” he explained carefully, “he – before my planet was destroyed, he and my mother sent me away in a spaceship to earth. I never really got to know him, outside of the memory construct he built himself into.” Everyone had died. His parents, the people he might have been able to grow up with, the world that he'd never get to know. It was all gone, all because another race of beings had become so envious of their scientific advancements that they had decided they didn't want Krypton to exist anymore. They had wanted to be on top. The Kryptonians had prevented them from doing so and now they were all gone. Every last one of them, except for Clark. Krypton's last son.
Then the world had seen it fit to clone Clark with Lex Luthor. Kon had been created and for the first time ever, Clark had someone that he had been able to relate to. No longer was he the outsider looking in, trying to fit in with humans, trying to figure out just how he worked in a world that he was very much alien to. Kon had made everything better. Kon...
Clark didn't want to think about all that right now. He got up, helped Darcy into the kitchen, and started digging around inside of his cabinets for his tea kettle. Once he located it, Clark set it onto the counter and turned around. “Thank you for doing this,” Clark said again, “for coming out here tonight. You didn't have to and I'm sorry if I'm being a total pain, but...it's nice. Not having to sit through this alone. Gives me something more to do than sit on that couch and sulk with you here.” Clark stepped away from the counter and pulled out one of the chairs from underneath the kitchen table. He scooted it out, that way Darcy could sit while he got everything together. Apparently, in Clark's mind, Darcy making tea and him helping was actually Clark making tea and Darcy watching.