The kiss -- the kiss confirms everything. He almost doesn't need the answer then because that's Clint. Right there. He can tell. The details only make everything sweeter, and his smile turns from relief to something quirkier. Thank God, honestly, because the flood of emotions was almost painful. He'd rather joke and tease, at least until this becomes something he can handle without breaking.

But if he breaks? Clint's here.

"I don't recommend that as a way to woo me." Not that Clint has to worry about that. Bruce -- well, he loves Clint, doesn't he? It's a different kind of love than Tony, or Betty, but it's love nonetheless, and it was a comfort then. Clint was there for him then, and here he is now, in Bruce's home... where he's killed a number of men...

They'll deal with the bodies later. All that matters is that his Clint is here. That one kiss hadn't been enough, and Bruce cups the back of Clint's neck to pull him in for another, more lasting, more desperate, more comparable to everything they've been through and everything they've lost.