He glances over at Tim, raises an eyebrow.

"You don't have to be 'fun', you know. You can just... be."

He offers what he hopes is a warm smile, something comforting, something to let him know that he's welcome to talk or be silent or ask things, if he needs. Clark's here because he enjoys the night, because he doesn't have anywhere else particularly to be. If Tim needs someone, he doesn't mind being that person. If anything, he'd be glad to know that someone was being there for him, since it's obvious he's hurting.

"At least that's how I feel about it."