His body was there but Kon was obviously not. He didn't know how to respond to his new surroundings. At this point it was almost like living with an animal that'd been shifted from one environment to another. Much like a cat, he wasn't happy with it at all. When Connor moved closer to him his first instinct was danger. But the man's voice seemed to cause him to hesitate. Like he recognized it and acknowledged that the tone wasn't hostile. He was still on edge, but after all the threats could anyone really blame him? He wasn't 100% sure this wasn't going to turn into more pain. The second it did, the man would regret it.
But then he kept talking. His voice kept conflicting with all his instincts. He knew that voice, but why couldn't he place a name with it? He couldn't respond, it was almost like he was paralyzed but it was more likely the unnatural drugs that coursed through his veins and made it nearly impossible to move.
Despite the heat that could be felt ebbing from his eyes when Connor got close enough he didn't fire. Some bit of him was still there, still acknowledged him as a friend and not a threat. His hand touched his face shakily, kryptonite caused an intense level of pain. Had it been left with him much longer then it was it could have been lethal. His eyes remained focused on Connor for a long while without even a word. Then finally he spoke, but it was empty and lacked any warmth that might have once been there.
"Lost them." What he lost was left to interpretation. Even speaking was painful.