"I thought he looked cool fighting all those aliens," Clark shrugged, taking a larger bite out of his hamburger than usual to force himself not to say too much.

Here he was eating with his childhood friend at their favorite dinner for the first time in forever and all you could talk about was your hate for his hero identity. He saves people's lives, what was there to hate?

Sure sometimes buildings got damaged in the process and maybe some of the villains that terrorize the city would never be an issue if he didn't come to Earth but that's no reason to hate him — his hero form, of course. Everyone loves heroes, they're heroes!

You love Clark so his alter shouldn't be any different. He's still the boy you used to play pretend with, who took you to prom because you were both too nerdy to get dates. His other identity is an extension of that man so how could you hate him? Other him.

How could he tell you he was the man flying around fighting aliens with all of this negativity? Keeping the secret from you was hard enough but he felt like confessing would be even worse.

"Not everyone can fight aliens, you know." He adds, trying to impress you with his skills without saying it's his skills.