"Now I guess everything's solved." He said, pursing his lips as he turned to hide the little box of Kryptonite on a little compartment in his cape. Now he understood, now he really saw Hayley was only doing this because it was what everyone had been telling her she should do, what she knew she was supposed to be doing. It pained him, everything about the conversation pained him even though everything was apparently going smoothly to any observer.

But if Hayley couldn't believe he had been honest, that he had been truly himself under what kind of light did he see him? He'd forgive her, he already had- he probably already had the moment he'd woken up without so much of a scratch when he'd been lying unconscious on the floor, even if he had refused to let himself thing that way at first. But how was he supposed to keep a friendship if she didn't fully trust him? He could list her all the people on the turtle with a secret identity, all the people who had come and gone and all those who stayed. But in the end it wouldn't make a difference, would it? Hayley had made her decision, and her decision was that Clark Kent was a liar.

Like a crumbled piece of paper, indeed, but now he realized Hayley hadn't been the only one who'd lost someone's trust that day.

"You're free to come talk to me whenever you want."