Connor's sigh of relief was audible. Hungry he could do. That? That was Kon. That was the guy he'd bonded with quite randomly and hadn't let go of since. Usually it was Kon comforting him when things hit the fan. When the Seal had shown him Jillian and all she represented, and then taken her away. When Abby had gone missing and the world had gone to hell for him. Now it was Connor's turn to return those hugs, that comfort. And god help him, it was actually working.
"You're in my flat," Connor reminded him gently, looking his friend over for anything but the obvious damage. "You're probably going to hurt like hell for a bit. And be disoriented. Abby says that's pretty normal coming out of the drugs." Whatever it took, he didn't care. So long as Kon was going to be all right. Out of rage mode, maybe they could logically come up with a way to free Clark and Allana. Or else they could sit back and let others do it and then he could be reunited with them. Whatever Kon was comfortable with without sending the city crumbling to its knees again.
"Krypto's here. Probably sleeping. He stayed up all night watching over you." Like he had. And Abby. Before Connor had quite literally put her to bed. "Frosted flakes, cocoa pebbles, or kix?" Because the answer to all of life's problems was cereal.
Well, no. It wouldn't answer the problem of how to get the people they cared about out of that carnival. It wouldn't cure Connor's anger with the people of the city who wanted to hurt Kon rather than help him. And it really wouldn't make Kon be okay with the person he'd only just been. But it would help the hunger and it would kickstart his system and then they could deal with everything else.