“Coffee’s here.” Clark announced as he nudged the door to the office open. He was holding a tray with his and yours coffee orders and he set it down in the middle of the table. He was here late at the Daily Planet with you. Jimmy and Lois were also working but they were out gathering more information. You all had an article due tomorrow morning but it seemed you’d run out of things to write. It was a bit of a crunch. Clark couldn’t say he hated it though. He got to stay here, with you. Your eyelids were drooping in front of your laptop and he gently poked the side of your head. “Any inspiration strike you?” He asked quietly, sliding into the seat next to you. He nudged your coffee cup towards you.