His head snaps up at Clark's voice, eyes narrowing in suspicious distaste. But he doesn't tell Clark to get lost, hoping that he'll choose to do that himself if he doesn't actually acknowledge the other man's presence as much as possible. He was hoping to cry, damn it, and he can't do that with Clark Kent around. Or anyone.

"Yeah," a gesture at the bar, although he doesn't make a move to stand or otherwise help Clark. "Didn't take you for a drinking man," Ivan continues. No, Clark had seemed-- what? Not Vor, really -- but Ivan doesn't hold the rest of the universe up to the culture and the standards that he's expected to behave like. That Miles... that Miles fought tooth and nail to prove himself worthy of, even though the rest of the planet wouldn't let him. And now he's dead, even though Ivan could have sworn that maybe nothing could have killed him. He'd been... he'd been so proud of his cousin.

And now Miles wasn't going to be there anymore, not even to drag Ivan's ass into trouble.