Clark had heard from your dad that you had been shot two weeks ago, and therefore missed patrols, and it apparently drove you insane. He didn't want to pry; maybe it's something that the Man of Steel can't save, but... he was still a bit worried.

He had just returned home from a check-up on Metropolis, and some stuff had happened, so it had taken all day.

Kon was home alone. Clark was half expecting him to be passed out somewhere or playing video games. But instead, he saw you and Kon curled up on Kon's bed, his son's arms tight around you as you were curled against his chest, Kon murmuring gentle words of adoration into your ear