Troy was finally starting to feel a little bit better about the whole future-kid thing. He hadn't talked to Britt in a while but part of him was okay with that. It was weird now. Things wouldn't ever be the same. Now, he'd always be wondering if this time was the time that caused Moira whenever they made out. It sort of killed the mood. Shoving the last few bites of a Hot Pocket into his mouth, Troy looked out the window. It was kind of a nice day, actually. Maybe it wouldn't suck to go outside. Things hadn't been as insane the last week; it was probably safe.
Brushing the crumbs off his hands on the seat of his pants, Troy headed out the door of his apartment and made his way outside, walking in no particular direction, deciding to let his feet take him wherever they might.
"...and the crowd goes wild—but wait, Kent goes for a surprising double play and the ball is saved from ball hell where good balls go to die!"
Troy laughed. "He said balls," he muttered to himself, smirking. He found, though, that he was walking in the direction of the voice, curiously. He paused in momentary shock at the feel of a rush of air coming out of nowhere. After shaking it off, Troy turned the corner and saw that Superboy kid throwing a baseball at the wall and catching it. "Sup, bro? I think catch is a two person game..." he pointed out.