Hayley had forced herself into this situation intentionally to prevent herself from backing out. The whole idea of even seeing Clark terrified her more than she would allow herself to let on and the idea of giving back her one defense only made it all the more difficult.

Only, she knew it wasn't actually a workable defense anymore, that she could never really bring herself to attack Superman- Clark again and that she would never really want to attack Jor-El or Kon. She also knew that they thought it was the right thing to do. What a tricky notion that was. Mainly, she recognized that this might be the only way for Clark to forgive her and for Bart and Kon and maybe even Jor-El to trust her.

Nearing the cafe, the girl had to make a conscious effort not to fidget with the strap of her bag. The Kryptonite was tucked safely in its lead case, which was securely closed. She had even tied some of her blue rope around it for good measure. It weighed both literally and metaphorically on her shoulders.

"Hey." She greeted as she approached, hands twisting the strap between them. "Are you ready? We're not going far or anything. Oh and uh, he doesn't know that I invited you? Or that I brought the.. rock."

She paused. "He was really angry."

Hayley didn't blame him for that and her tone conveyed as much, but they both knew how difficult it was to talk to someone furious with you. Or so she hoped. Kon seemed to understand her in a way few could about things like this.