Who:Kon and Connor What:idk yet When:Today? Where: The newish kent farm Warnings:idk either!!
Connor had returned, and Kon was glad. Of course he was, but there was also some truth to what the others had said. Connor had gone back to be with Abby and where he was meant to be. Suddenly he was thrust right back into danger all over again. Should he really be happy about that? Kon was a mixed bag of emotion lately. He hadn't really had the ability to process everything that was happening.
Even now as he sat on the porch of the main house, and watched over the farm, he didn't even try to think of what had happened. It was all too confusing to him. He had thought now since Connor had returned that his life would just snap back into place, and yet he still barely left the farm these days. More often then not he could be found sitting on the porch swing just watching the world pass by.
He couldn't bring himself to do the hero thing, he didn't have the energy for it anymore. He occasionally was nudged to help with farm work, and would do it but he was awful at it. All the same at least he put out a minor effort toward it. That was more effort than he'd put toward many things these days. Yes he was eating again, no he wasn't inhaling food like he was a poor starving Kryptonian orphan. Many things like that had changed. He was often quiet, a little aloof.
He'd spent the first few days of Connor's arrival attached to his side and refusing to move. Finally he let the man have a bit of breathing space, once he was sure he wasn't about to disappear again. Now he was just sitting there, with Krypto at his feet and an ipod in his hands; but the sound wasn't even on.