In the time you'd known Clark, which happened to be about a decade or so, he'd never once gotten mad at you, I mean, actually mad, and surely he'd never yelled at you. Clark had always been patient, kind, taking the time to explain why certain things were not okay to say if you didn't understand them. But this time was different.

You'd always been curious, that's just how you were. And one day you dug a little too far for a school project and brought up something he didn't want people to find- his adoption records. His face twisted, snapping at you that he wasn't some test subject, and he'd been avoiding you ever since.

You felt guilty, really guilty. You came to visit him, though he was already in over his head with the damage that had just been done to his farm, and the issue at hand- Lex and his troubled past. Your voice broke through the silence, startling him. His face twisted, guarded and defensive, getting up and walking up the stairs, as if he had somewhere to be right as you came to apologize. He left you trailing after him like a lost puppy

"That depends if it's on the record or not" he replied snappily, in response to your question about how he was holding up. He was obviously referring to the fact that the issue had started with the school project you'd been trying to complete, ending up prying into his past.