She moved forward a half-step as soon as she saw him, then froze. Her instinct had been to hug him, to attach herself to him and never let go, because then maybe she could ignore everything that was missing from their lives now. Had he been Bart or Kon or maybe even Mark, she would have. But he was Clark- Kal. They had no history of physical affection between them, nothing to say it was okay. So she stopped herself, pulled up short, and then awkwardly eased out of her spontaneous stiffness. She knew he wouldn't have minded her doing it, but it didn't feel right between them. Not after everything.

"Hey, I.." She started, anxiety evident in her tone. Hayley glanced back over her shoulder, grimacing, wondering if this was a terrible idea. Then she closed her eyes for a second, working up her courage, and turned to look up at him again. "I want to talk about them. With.. you? With you."