Music had always been a source of comfort for Kon. Where words left off it began, able to fill in so many emotions he wasn't able to explain. The idea of not using headphones again was disheartening. It was an escape in a world where he heard more then the average human. On a daily basis he heard people dying and screaming from worlds away where he was unable to help. Music helped filter some of that. He wasn't sure how Clark did it. How he could keep his senses open for so long, listening to so much fear and panic all day long. Then Lois was injured, and Kon realized why he did it. They had to make sacrifices that most people should never have to deal with in a life time. They had gifts that were meant to help as many people as they possibly could. Maybe it was a little selfish to block out the noise for a few hours of the day. If he hadn't used them, Lois wouldn't be in this condition.
His throat was dry but he didn't want to get any water. He didn't feel hungry or bored as he normally did he just felt empty. He knew even after this, Lois wouldn't be more careful either. It was who she was. She was a reporter who put herself in the middle of crazy situations. Kon always knew it might be one of his friends or family in the hospital one day but he never expected Lois. Clark was always on her tail. He wanted to go inside and see him, go inside and be able to tell him it wasn't his fault but Kon was afraid. He could stare down Killiks and crazy alternate universe Clarks with no fear, but Lois being in the hospital brought it all to the forefront.
Figuring out their family titles was a complicated mess of a story. He wasn't sure what to call Clark beyond family. Clark had given him a name and a place to call his own, and now he was stuck outside. "How is that good?" He bit back angrily. Though it wasn't really her he was angry at necessarily. "She doesn't belong here." His eyes had a vague tint of red, though it didn't look as though he'd been crying.