And for the most part, the time spent had actually been fine. Save the lack of eating, he was relatively normal. Then he confessed he'd actually feel a little safer if they went to the Fortress. He wasn't entirely sure why, but staying at the complex he didn't feel right. The Fortress had become sort of a safe zone for him. When things weren't right he knew he could go there and get away. Things were most certainly not right. He just wished he knew or had the words for why. He rubbed at his head as he stood from his awful landing, and grimaced. It hadn't hurt, but the impact had ben enough of a jostle to scatter him a bit.
Then Clark was looking directly at him. He met his eyes for only a second and then looked to the side. His own were the exact same color as Clark's, but filled with uncertainty. "I don't know." He finally admitted. He didn't want to be a burden or get in the way, but it didn't seem like Clark was going to let him go on that easily. So he finally admitted. He was not sure what was going on. "I'm just tired all the time, Food looks gross. I don't want to eat it and I don't know why." He was angry though. So much so that he'd taken to hiding in his apartment for the most part, not wanting to be social anymore.
"But I'm tired of it. I'm tired of not.." He hesitated, he didn't want to say he wasn't normal. He didn't mind being what he was, he just didn't want to be malfunctioning and what he was. "Normal." He frowned. "I'm not human, I'm not alien. Maybe I am just a mistake." How many times had he heard Luthor utter those words at CADMUS in the tubes as he watched them work. "It'd probably just be easier to shut me down or something." He wasn't even sure that was an option, but he also thought it might be possible. It was hard to explain, it was just a feeling.