Danny in Metropolis, ch2 p3
Masterpost This is a rough first draft! Please no edits or concrit <3 cw: food issues
“So, this is a thing then,” Danny said.
He was leaning against Kon’s locker, eyes on the lunch box in his hands. Kon came to a stop next to him and leaned his shoulder on the lockers.
“Yeah,” Kon said. “That’s your lunch box, I picked it out for you and everything. It would be stupid not to use it.”
Danny glanced up at Kon from under his black bangs. His eyes looked more green than blue in this light.
“And your dad is just… fine making another lunch all the time? Like, fine with that effort and money and time just going to someone that he’s never even met?”
“That’s Clark for you. He’s like that,” Kon said, though the disbelief on Danny’s face said he wasn’t convinced. “Grandma Kent wouldn’t have raised him any other way. It’s, like, a cultural thing I think; they’re farmers. You don’t let a neighbor or friend go hungry.”
“But I’m not—it’s not like I don’t have the money to eat. I just…”
“Don’t have anything safe for you to eat,” Kon finished. “Danny, like, I’m worried about you, okay? So if I can fell less worried by making sure you eat at least at lunch I’m going to. And if Clark—if my dad can help me with that, he’s going to. You’re not a stranger, you’re my friend.”
Danny bit on his lip; the soft skin paled under his teeth. “Okay, but if there’s any way I can return the favor, you have to let me know. I’m really good at fixing things like computers or dishwashers or centrifuges.”
Kon laughed, shaking his head and shoving Danny (gently) off his locker. “I don’t think we have any centrifuges, but I’ll let you know if our dish waster is leaking or if Clark manages to completely screw up his computer again.”
“You better,” Danny said, sounding very serious about that.
“Yeah, I will, I will.”
