"I don't get drunk. You know, yellow sun and all that," Clark smiles, taking a seat on the couch next to you with an exasperated sigh. "You can put that in the next article you write about me." He doesn't mind drinking with you - even if it means babysitting for a while. He thinks it's cute to watch how flushed your cheeks get, how giggly every breath becomes, the way your eyes glaze over when you look at him. The signature lovestruck gaze of yours only gets more obvious. It sends a pang through his heart, a good mix of guilt and adoration. 

He shifts, taking another sip from his glass, "Take it easy though, alright?"

He means it when he says it - you can tell by the intensity of his eyes and the smile that turns softer. Clark was no stranger to looking out for you. Everything he does is dangerous, he knows that. And he knows being with you makes you a target. Besides, there's no way he could balance a relationship with his work. You deserve undivided attention at all times. Clark simply can't give that to you. It's the only real thing stopping him from asking you out.