Not drugged. Not dreaming. Just...not really in his element. Clint would forgive you sooner or later for not believing him. Right now, he wasn't sure if it was going to be sooner. Or later. Clint grit his teeth together as he allowed himself to think it over. Why had he come here? For Phil to commit murder? Or for Phil to save him? Clint wasn't entirely sure. The idea of Phil saving him from something he couldn't save him from seemed like cruel and unusual punishment. "Cos I got no one else to ask..."
He was sure. A large part of him that was silenced by the need to run was also the large part of him that recommended Phil for him to run towards. For him to hide with. "You barely know me. 'n I have no one else, Phil." He didn't want to be a monster. He didn't ask for this. It was the wrong place, wrong time. Clint moved back a little. Away from the other man.
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Date: 2012-09-11 09:21 pm (UTC)He was sure. A large part of him that was silenced by the need to run was also the large part of him that recommended Phil for him to run towards. For him to hide with. "You barely know me. 'n I have no one else, Phil." He didn't want to be a monster. He didn't ask for this. It was the wrong place, wrong time. Clint moved back a little. Away from the other man.