You’ve known Clark could sing for a while now. You’d catch him humming to himself doing idle work or quietly singing along to the radio in the car, but here-, in this (dingy by your standards) bar, doing loud, drunk karaoke… nothing has ever sounded more beautiful than his voice.

The realization is a little jarring, he’s belting Sweet Caroline and you can’t help but feel your heart beat along with the music. He catches your eye and throws you a tipsy wink and points at you during the chorus. “Touching mee…. touching yooouuu,” he points- and your friends turn their heads to you and laugh. It’d be humiliating if it wasn’t as though he was reading your mind.