Clark managed a weak smile at the two of them. They meant well, he knew they were just trying to be helpful, but he didn't think they'd understand. And while it was tempting to just let it all spill out - let everything out - he couldn't. His parents had raised him to keep his powers his secret. He couldn't throw that aside just because someone offered to listen to him.

"I appreciate the offer, I really do," said Clark. He looked down at his hands. It was so tempting, but this was something he'd have to wrestle with on his own. Even if he could tell people about his powers, telling them that he'd used them to hurt and basically kill someone was another thing entirely. "I still don't understand what happened last night..."

That seemed safe enough. And it was the truth - Clark was sick of lying all the time and it was maybe that which made him a poor liar to begin with. Like he was almost hoping to be called out on it, like it'd happened with Pete. Talking about the nurses seemed safer than talking about him, at any rate, and maybe he could figure out what happened. The nurse he'd toasted last night hadn't looked very human, but he still thought of her as one. She'd been a person before the night came, even if he didn't know what made her change like that.