Clark spotted you, sobbing as you sat down on the park bench at midnight when he was only flying over the city to see whether there was any threat.

Because he felt awful for them, he made the decision to descend. He landed in front of them, sat down beside them, and cautiously put his arm on their back in the hopes of providing some solace.

"Have a rough day?" He questioned, his eyes soft as he studied you. You were being spoken to by Superman!