In Hal's opinion, their lives were no safer here or back in their own universes. Although not having to patrol a whole sector of the universe seemed to have cut down on the cosmic level threats he normally faces. But people dealt with it in their own ways. Or perhaps the threats just shifted into a different kind.

Either way it wasn't something he particularly thought all that much about with the difference of not wanting his brother and his family here because he'd lost his secret identity early on not because it was any more dangerous.

Hal had give Clark a couple of days before he dropped by and slouched in the chair across Clark's desk.

"So you're still upset which is understandable and you're my friend so I'm obligated to try and cheer you up, but the last time I tried this you all got mad at me. This time I'm going to list a bunch of things and you can pick what you want to do. We could have a race, drinking, find crime to stop, baseball with powers. I even checked that place, it's not a dress up like our friends night so if you wanna give round two a go there's also that."

Unfortunately not even friendship could make Hal be a good and understanding listener so if a sympathetic ear was what he needed, this was not the man for the job. He'd try, but it was Hal.