Hayley thought about reaching out or giving him a hug or something like that, but it all felt fake - even the idea of it. A gesture void of sincerity was worse than no gesture at all. So she stayed where she was, pressing her lips together in awkward near embarrassment as he spoke. She listened. What he said on the subject mattered to her.

"You know Clark and I allegedly forgave each other, but it's not like we've really talked much since then and I wouldn't exactly call us friends. I mean, I try.. It's just.." She frowned, lifting a hand to scratch at her hair. "I don't really understand the whole family appeal. I guess I get wanting to belong, sort of, but I don't really get why your teammates wouldn't be enough."

A beat. "And he's not your donor. He's your dad."

It was the girl's attempt at a small kindness after trying to hurt him a moment before.