Clark put down his phone, faced Diana's slightly puzzled gaze, and shook his head. "Nothing. Doctor Schiller was worried I was getting too excited. He told me not to try to fly while carrying Oliver. He'd just spent so long on a boat; he needs rest."
Diana sighed and walked out of the restaurant with Clark. "Doctor Schiller seems rather thoughtful, but did he really need to call specifically to remind you about something like that?"
Clark scratched his head, a little embarrassed. "You're right. Oliver actually came back—I really am a little excited. When you said we should pick him up at the dock, I did think about just flying him over here."
Diana shook her head helplessly. "It seems every Schiller is this much of a prophet. The difference is that this Schiller seems to want to manage every detail."
"That's a good thing too, isn't it? He can remind us to mind our limits at the right time. I wish I had such a responsible therapist. The ones I usually see are always rather perfunctory."
"You see a therapist?" Diana asked in surprise. "What psychological issues do you have?"
What she did not say was that he was probably healthier than 99.99 percent of people on Earth, physically and mentally. He was practically the template for a perfect human being.
Clark understood what Diana meant as well. He shook his head. "Before this, whenever someone said, 'You're so powerful—what if you lose control and cause terrible consequences?' I only felt they were deliberately targeting me. Why did so many people assume I would lose control? I wasn't any different from humans, was I?"
"But in Mexico, I saw the bloody consequences firsthand. Humans far weaker than me, once their power became unbalanced, could create such horrific tragedies.