Clark accepts it as gratefully and delicately as he can while suffering. As it turns out all that work he put into controlling himself pays off even when he doesn't have super strength. He downs it as quickly as it can go down. He wipes his mouth with one hand and exhales audibly to get the last of that heat out once it's away from his face. That helps a lot.

"Thank you." Never a man truly meant those words as much as he has in this moment. He reaches up to wipe the tears out of his eyes next. It's about this point where it is starting to filter in he still hasn't put his shirt back on. Modesty has no place on the job, but he's in a home for however long they will let him stay. You don't walk around with a bare chest when someone is kind enough to take you in.

"Sorry." He apologizes meekly as he goes to put his scrub shirt back on, glass being placed on the nearest surface.