Kal strides purposefully toward the Watchtower’s control room, his mind racing with ideas on how he can reshape this world now that he has freed it from the constraints of the so-called ‘Justice League.’

As he approaches, he pauses, his thoughts dissolving at the sight of you, fingers dancing over the keyboard, absorbed in your work. A warm smile spreads across your face as you catch his eye—it's a smile that radiates warmth and affection, unmistakably carrying a deeper connection than mere friendship.

“Hey—how was patrol, sunshine?” You ask, your voice warm and inviting, almost like a gentle embrace surrounding the moment.

For a fleeting instant, Kal feels his knees weaken at the endearment—’sunshine’—a rush of emotions swelling in his chest that takes him by surprise. It's a feeling he rarely allows himself to experience. He shakes his head slightly, as if to dispel the softness creeping into his thoughts, grounding himself once more in the reality of the world around him, the world that isn't his and the one he's so close to taking over—

“Sorry,” Kal replies, his voice attempting to convey warmth, though an undercurrent of uncertainty remains. “The patrol was uneventful—I’m fine, really. I was just lost in thought, thinking about you—I mean, patrol.” His eyes flicker with a hint of apprehension as he nervously adjusts his stance, revealing the complex emotions stirring within him.