Clark comes home a little early today. He flies through the window that he leaves open, like always. He hangs his cape and takes off his ruby colored boots. It's odd, usually he greets you by now with a smile or a kiss.

He finally glances up at you, seeing Krypto resting in your lap on the bed. The dog huffs, tail beginning to sway in excitement. "Hey, boy." He smiles as the dog stands and walks to the edge of the bed, panting up at him. One again, he doesn't acknowledge you. Something is clearly on his mind.

"Hey, can we talk?" Clark asks, approaching you and pressing his lips to your forehead.