Kon knew, but he didn't like it. He pressed his hand to his eye in attempt to rub away the fuzzy image infront of it. It didn't work well of course. His body was still trying to fight off the drugs and effects of the kryptonite, ontop of Luthor's genetics. It wouldn't be too long before he figured things out hopefully. He remembered a time once before where he didn't even have a name, at least he still rembered his name was Conner. Kon even. That was an improvement from the time Tim and the others rescued him from Cadmus Labs. Clark had given him a name and a home, and now he was wondering if all that was going to go away. He was afraid.
He'd lost control. Clark had told him before they weren't allowed to. People like them. Once it snuck up on him it was just like Kaine said, it slipped in unnoticed and before he even knew what hit him he was burning with rage. He'd never been so angry, but then no one had tried to take both Clark and Allana away from him at the same time before. God forbid they ever try again. Kon wasn't sure he'd be able to stop himself from tearing the attacker apart. Even now he felt the urge rising and rising. If he could just convince Connor to let him go.
"I know." He mumbled quietly as he sank down into the chair and looked up at him. It was almost like a computer. When a computer crashed it needed to re-load and that was exactly what Conner was doing. Taking everything in. Registering even Connor's face into his memory as he watched him with an intense focus. A rare moment of pure and focused silence as he tried to remember why he was in Connor's apartment, why he wasn't back at the Carnival.
He didn't speak much, and for those who knew Kon it was probably a strange thing to see. He was calm and collected. If only he could apply it to useful situations instead of ones which involved destroying worlds.