He would always be there for Connor when he needed him. Any of them really. He was loyal. It was nearly as incorporated into his genes as the weapon was. There was nothing he wouldn't do for the people he cared for. Even if it meant sacrificing his own life to keep them safe. Which he nearly had done in both a mental and physical way. He wasn't terribly broken physically. The few wounds and bruises that were there were healing up pretty quickly thanks to his alien side.
"Oh. It looks like a spinny room." Like that made sense, but with how drugged he was everything was blurry. His memory of the last few days included. He was loopy, but who could really expect anything else after being hit with a poisonous rock and all the drugs. He rubbed at his eyes and tried to stop the world from moving in vain Leaning against Connor he rested his head against his shoulder and closed his eyes. "I like this room." He mumbled, not really making much sense at all.
A flicker of red. Krypto, krypto...dog. Not kryptonite. Kon gripped sightly tighter on Connor, but not enough to hurt him. At least he hoped it wasn't. Just enough to know that he was there, and there was no more kryptonite coming his way. "Dog." He acknowledged the word, he still seemed a little off mentally, the lights were on but the owner was away from the door. "Those are food. All of them." It was like his brain had been put through a blender.
With any luck he wouldn't remember what happened at all, but with his luck it was unlikely. He didn't have much strength in the luck department lately. "Head hurts." He said with a wince as he had to fight again to maintain consciousness.