Who:Clark and Kon What:Talking? When:Today Where:Complex roof Warnings:TBA
Remaining awake was more difficult then Kon initially imagined. He wanted nothing more then to curl back up in bed and sleep, but Clark had suggested maybe he shouldn't. For Clark and his friends sakes he attempted to stay awake. He'd paced through the complex, that didn't work. Tried eating something but found he wasn't hungry. It was an odd sensation not being hungry, he was always hungry. Even when he probably shouldn't be, he thought about food. Now though nothing looked particularly appetizing. He'd even cooked up a plate of assorted fried goodness that normally would have been scarfed down in a second, and left it in the kitchen untouched. Rubbing at his eyes he headed up toward the roof. Maybe some fresh air would help.
He hadn't exactly been outside all week, the sun was supposed to help recharge. Especially for Kryptonians, he knew that much. He also knew he wasn't a full Kryptonian, if he had been maybe he wouldn't have died twice. He was afraid to die again. What if he misjudged his powers again and died a third time, would he still come back or was that the end? Sitting down on the edge of the roof he put his hand on his head and ran it through his dark hair. Blue eyes closing, he rested in the sun. He'd never felt so afraid of anything before. It was almost as if before the idea of dying wasn't real. He could barely feel pain, death didn't even phase him. Now it was very real.
He had people to think about should he die. Allana who some day if things really did work out like their one potential future, would have a child with and a life post apocalypse. If he didn't make it, then what? Two lives lost? Then there was Connor and his other friends. How could he just live the way he was used to living with the thought of death and fear weighing his mind down like it was? Leaning back on the roof he laid down on his back with his feet over the edge and stared up at the partially cloudy sky.