Kon would never be just the extra to him. Oh, sure, when Connor had first arrived in the city, he'd been beside himself knowing the people who lived there. Yes, he occasionally got teased for his 'fanboy' tendencies, but he was surprisingly capable of keeping himself in control. But it was Superman and what comic loving little boy didn't wish, at least once, that Superman was real? But he'd become genuine friends with people. And Kon was one of them. Younger, sure, but Connor had never had siblings and he was more than happy to have someone fill in the little brother role. So, yeah. Kon dies, he was gonna miss him. That was just how it had to be.
Still, he gave a little smirk. "It was only a hundred puppies. I'm not that cruel." Or cruel at all, thank you. But something Kon said did make him stop and worry, even if just a little. Apparently. Did he not remember? Fantastic. Just brilliant. In some ways, Connor thought it might be better. Less traumatic. No, rationally, Connor knew it wasn't Clark who'd killed the younger Kryptonian. But it was still his face and it wouldn't be easy for Kon.
The weather. Christ, they were talking about the weather. Still, he had a point. Connor shrugged, glancing up as well and then looking ahead again. "Can't beat the winters back home. Well, not London. They're not too bad there. But back in Lancashire? No thanks." It was a part of the reason he'd moved. That and a better school. And his idiot father. Either way. "A little snow I can deal with."