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[boy_of_steel]

Math. He's never had a head for the higher maths, even though, troublingly, once in a while he's woken reciting formulae he doesn't really understand

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Sleeping lightly next to the bed, his eyes open when Kon-El's breathing changes and begins to speak in mathematical formulae.
The tip of his tag wags as Kon sits up. He watches him and senses the air of consternation and anxiety. Gently he lifts his head and offers small licks on Kon's hand in an effort to sooth.

[boy_of_steel]

Kon's eyes flick open, staring blankly at the ceiling. His hands start to shake ever-so faintly.

"Jeez...not again."

His knees draw up against his chest, his eyes wide, and staring at nothing in the darkness of the room.

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Comming up to the edge of the bed, Krypto lays his head on the bed, his snout making contact with Kon. His eyes look up and his tail wags.

[boy_of_steel]

"You don't..." Kon pushed at Krypto's snout half-heartedly. He didn't really want the dog to leave, but what could he ask the faithful animal? To stand by and let himself be hurt when whatever Luthor had put into him finally came out?

"...I don't know what to do, boy..."