He had few visitors at his suite, and most were usually planned out ahead of time. This was not one of them. He hears the knock clearly- it would be impossible not to- and glances in the direction of the door, allowing his normal vision to fall away to reveal-

Kal-El.

Within the next instant he's set down what he's been working at and is at the door, opening it with much more conscious care than he would ordinarily give it to prevent it from being ripped from the frame entirely.

His eyes are warm with brightness and a smile- still small, as his usually were- is readily predrnt as he sets a hand on Kal-El's shoulder in greeting.

Kal-El has finally ended the prison sentence that was of his own making.

"Kal."