Clark's brows furrowed as Jon ran off slammed the bedroom door. "We're talking about this later!" he said to the closed door, but his son didn't answer.

With a half-sigh, half-groan, he headed back to the living room, sinking into the couch next to his partner. He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes in frustration. Biting back his frustration with Jon's attitude, he tried to remind himself that he was still just a boy, upset that his parents had separated, that all hopes for a reunion had been dashed now that Clark had someone new.

It had been a difficult thing, coming clean to Jon about his relationship. Lois had been the one to encourage him to be honest, to trust their son. They'd had a long talk, Clark and Jon, and he'd laid everything out there. How it had been an unexpected surprise. How neither he nor his new partner had meant for this to happen. How this didn't mean Clark loved Jon any less. How Clark would still always be there for his son, no matter what. That Lois would always be his mom, and no one would ever replace her.

But the boy hadn't taken it well, had barely spoken to Clark since, and hadn't spoken to Clark's new partner at all. And for all his prowess, all his skill and experience as the Man of Steel, Clark had no idea how to handle his own son's resentment. He couldn't just punch it away. He couldn't simply use his super hearing and x-ray vision to figure out what was going on in the boy's mind.

"This is harder than I thought it'd be," he mumbled, burying his face in his hands. "I'm really sorry. I didn't think he'd..." A sigh. "I know he's young, and it's a lot, and he's a good child, I swear he is. He's not usually like this. He's usually so happy and outgoing and—"

He sagged against the back rest, rubbing his face. His son's resistance was the only deterrent to his fulfillment. He loved his partner. He was happy again. But this...

"He's going through a lot. It's hard for him. And I just wish I could make things better, but I don't know how. You don't deserve this. I'm sorry."