Clark settled into the chair, crossing his arms as his son Jon sat next to him in the next seat that was at your desk. Today was teacher parent conferences, and Clark was nervous. He watched as you went to sit down, folding your own arms on the desk.

“Jon, he’s been doing okay right?” His concern was evident in his tone. Even Jon was getting angsty at this point. It had been hard raising the boy by himself after Lois’ death. So Clark was really hoping he wasn’t giving you any trouble.