He hadn't ran yet. It was a start a very good, beautiful start. He knew he would have had to offer evidence of the fact. The things he knew from Arkham, the people they met, the moments they shared. It wasn't something that would leave Clint anytime soon. All he honestly wanted was someone to share this with. He never wanted to leave Arkham because he knew he would have lost it all. His friendships. His lovers. He knew he would lose them all and for months he had. It wasn't fair. The reason SHIELD had strict dealings with relationships was because they got in the way, they were usually frowned upon with their top tier assets because feelings...caused people to pause. They broke down, they faltered and they went rogue. Well if he hadn't been proving them right so far he didn't know what he was doing but clearly he was making all the wrong choices, regardless of how right it felt.

Clint's arms came around Bruce when he was pulled in, breathing a sigh of relief as he pressed his cheek against his shoulder. A sigh leaving him as he held him closer to him. "Your purple shirt that I had in the vent." He grinned, leaning up and pressing his lips against Bruce's moment. A laugh bubbling out of him easily. "How could I forget that, freckles? The look on your face was hilarious. 'n you were a teenager still, right? Your hair was so curly...all I wanted to do the entire time was pinch your cheeks." He may or may not have been serious about that. He was more than likely serious about it.