"I know," Clark says. He gently jostles the joined hands between them. "I guess I want you to know I get it. Some of it."

Not all of it, and he wouldn't presume to. He's lost people he loved but he's never lost a kid. He is not quite so willfully self-destructive so much as just willing to take big gambles. But having never experienced certain things doesn't preclude the ability to empathise. One would hope so, of an indestructible demi-god-like alien.

He still has his eyes trained upwards, and he says, "Would some kind of Superman sensing sky window freak you out?"