At first Kon didn't even notice the change in Connor, his head was in too many different places. Any kind of distraction was a good and welcomed one, so when the voice called him from his thoughts, he looked up with a small smile. "Hey." The physical wounds on him had nearly healed the instant he was reunited with his body on a physical level. Thanks to his Kryptonian side he had a faster healing rate then the average person. Only a few cuts remained on his cheek and shoulder blades. They bothered him. It wasn't because they were just out there for the world to see, but it was a reminder of what he couldn't remember. It was a reminder of how much of his life was fabricated or hidden away.
His eyebrow raised the more they stood there in that quiet silence and he narrowed his eyes just slightly to check in silently with reality. This wasn't the Connor he was used to. Could he really blame him for being so off? Kon wasn't sure he was really feeling 100% on hanging out either to be painfully honest. At the same coin flip he felt like if he never did, he would be left with nothing but his thoughts in that apartment, and they weren't pleasant thoughts. He needed normal.
"You look like you just kicked a thousand puppies. What's up?" He tried for normal, but it probably came out more sympathetic then he meant for it to be. Connor not having that vibrant streak was like him without snark. It was just wrong.