"Oh, come on, he's gotta be like...eighteen or so, I'd think. Maybe. I don't know, but he's so not twelve." Still, Connor smiled. He couldn't imagine having to deal with it the way these guys were. Sometimes there were good things about not having Abby or his teammates around. He didn't have to worry about a Cutter who didn't even know him or Claudia Brown showing up knowing who he was when he didn't actually know her. Or an alternate version of Abby from some other form of media not related to his. That? Terrifying thought. "He's nice, though. If you can separate your Clark and this one, no reason you can't make friends with Cyborg, too." Because Connor was that guy who, at the end of the day, wanted everyone to be friends.
He tried to calm himself down a bit at Kon's self-putdown. "It's not your fault," he added quickly, trying to reassure his young friend. In some ways, Kon was still very much not human, but that didn't make him anything less than anyone else. Nor was he just the 'other' Kryptonian, thank you. "I just... Yeah. I don't like it when people talk about themselves that way." Which made him the biggest hypocrite walking, thanks. He could have been the poster child for those kids-needing-self-confidence campaigns. "You're bloody amazing and don't let anyone, not even Clark, either of him, convince you otherwise."
Right. That was maudlin. Burgers needed cheerier conversation. Or else he'd end up with no appetite. "So. Right. Birthday. Dinner with friends, movies, we went bowling for mine once, that was less than amusing. Or just something the birthday person likes. One year for my friend Tom, we had an up all night gamerathon." And, for the first time in a long time, it didn't hurt just to say Tom's name. It had taken a long time, but it was getting easier. He'd seen a lot more death since.