He was still struggling to find a balance between Kryptonian and human. Clark always said he was both and there was no shame in it, but being human scared him. Being human meant he had more room to fail. When he focused on being a clone, everything was easier. There were not nearly so many emotions clogging his brain making it nearly impossible to think as there were now. There were not nearly so many questions. He simply reacted however he saw fit. This time was different though. There were so many conflicting thoughts swirling in his head it was enough to make him feel temporarily dazed as he moved to rub his eyes free of it.
"I guess.." He said distantly and then backed away from her to look down at his hands. "If I'd seen it sooner I could have stopped him. Gone myself." But he'd been half way across the country where the wifi was unstable at best. Still he felt guilt. "Yeah.." That seemed to have lifted his spirits a little at least, but he still worried. Reaching over to a desk near by to finally grab some tissues he whipped his hands clean. Even that little act seemed to lighten his face all the more.
"Clark said he does it too sometimes." He gave her a faint smile even, he was trying to hold onto reality. He really was. "Hilary and Abby should be down here soon." He snickered some at the name, Hilary. He was never going to be able to look at gun loving Becker the same way again, and he refused to call him Becker anymore for his own amusement.