Ugh... Ouch.

Slowly, Clark cracked his eyes open, his head throbbing and despite his bleary vision, tried his best to take in his surroundings.

Wh-where...? Wait—

Clark shot up, eyes wide as he whipped his head around, finding himself in an unfamiliar apartment. His gaze met that of, presumably, the person who lived here, who looked very concerned and confused about his presence.

Then, he noticed the absolute mess behind the stranger. The completely shattered window, the damaged parts of the wall that surrounded it, the wall across from it cracked, and a pile of wood and various items that used to be a nice coffee table.

It took a moment to click, but then... Oh, god. He did that. All the memories rushed back to him; he'd been fighting some villain, and while he did defeat them, they still got the last laugh and sent him careening towards a building, unable to regain control with how quick it happened.

And... he happened to crash into this poor soul's apartment, probably scaring the living daylights out of them in the process.

"I-I am so sorry," Clark said as he carefully stood from the couch he was kindly laid upon while he was out cold, which he internally appreciated. "Oh, no... I promise, I'll pay for all the damages, or—or fix it? I could probably fix this." Because god knows he didn't have the money for this amount of damage. Could he mend this with his heat vision? Surely it'd work on the glass, but what about the brick? And definitely not the wood.

At least his parents taught him how to be handy—if he'd even be allowed to repair this mess himself. This person didn't know if Supermаn knew how to build windows. Which, he didn't really, but he would try!

I'm paying for this, aren't I? he thought in defeat.

"Uh-" Clark cleared his throat. "Are you hurt at all? I didn't crash into you or anything, right?" he asked anxiously, swallowing and pulling at his collar. "How long was I out?"