Clint's annoyance level was reaching maximum at this point. Of course he didn't believe him. Clint knew he honestly had no control over himself. Over anything that was happening to him. He wanted to hear the words that were coming out of his mouth for years from someone. Anyone. Just not right now. "I am calm!" Clint all but snapped out, his voice lower than before. Clint had figured out a solution and Phil had kicked it under the bed. Clint's eyes was the first thing to usually announce the change, he knew this. He could feel the difference even without someone having to tell him as they shifted from his typical blue to something that was a far cry from anything normal.
"I'm calm. I want you to fix this, Phil." He didn't plan to stay. He didn't plan to put Phil in that sort of danger. Not when it would be his blood on Clint's hands. Clint stepped a little closer to him, scowling.
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Date: 2012-09-11 08:09 pm (UTC)"I'm calm. I want you to fix this, Phil." He didn't plan to stay. He didn't plan to put Phil in that sort of danger. Not when it would be his blood on Clint's hands. Clint stepped a little closer to him, scowling.