[Well, this wasn't how it normally went. She was used to being trapped in with whoever's memory it was, both of them voyeurs to what was playing out, unable to stop or change anything. But maybe that just applied to humans. Maybe Kryptonian minds worked differently.
She backed up a bit when the younger Clark came up to her, hands in her pockets, edging away from him like she might hurt him, even though she knew that was insane.]
Yeah, kid. I'm good. You should go back in the house. Didn't your mom teach you not to talk to strangers?
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She backed up a bit when the younger Clark came up to her, hands in her pockets, edging away from him like she might hurt him, even though she knew that was insane.]
Yeah, kid. I'm good. You should go back in the house. Didn't your mom teach you not to talk to strangers?