Harry stood when the bell rang, debating about whether or not to go to class. He had never skipped a class before, and he didn't think it was a good time to start. He just didn't want to have to do that whole greeting thing. Sighing, he headed to class, Superman's, and found a seat, keeping his hood up. His classes worked well, but why risk it?

As the conversation moved towards what to do if someone figured out your alter ego, he sighed, shifting in his seat. He imagined there were several options, but short of murdering them there was no clear cut option. And why kill someone? 

Much better would be to either prove them wrong,  or to, better yet, gain their trust and involve them. If they knew who you were, what was the point worrying that they were going to tell someone, when you could bring them into the fold? 

"What do you do if you can't convince them not to tell anyone, or if they won't work with you?" He asked, wanting to know what Clark would say