"I know...it's just...why?" Clint was just curious to see what his answer was. Clint just wanted to know what made him tick or come up with something like this when all Clint wanted was the easy way out inside of the pain of living through it. It was painful. Not just life in general. But the stuff he had to go through typically caused him to black out. He figured after a while he'd just get used to it. "I'm jus' some guy you met at a bar once. Now you're offering your home to me."
Clint would put some effort into it now that he was there. He didn't have any skills that made it marketable for him to get a job and he didn't want to deal with people until he was steady on his own feet. "Pizza's good. The kind with everythin' on it. Haven't had much of anything but doritos and gas station food. Not a fantastic diet plan." Clint was in the mood for a lot of things. Sleep. Potentially just ending up with his arms wrapped around Phil again, breathing him in and allowing the other man to take over every sense in his body. It was what kept him from grabbing the gun from his hand and just shooting himself when Phil had initially said no. Clint stepped over to the door, holding it open for a moment as he turned towards Phil again. "'ll go grab it. You can go get the towel...we'll meet in the middle." He winked with a smirk tugging at his lips.
His fight or flight response was beginning to kick in. The pros and cons Clint was already listing in his head when it came to staying here with Phil was that the cons were an extremely LONG list while the pros were extremely short. He could run. He knew he could. He'd feel bad about it. But it was in Phil's best interests. Clint wanted Phil to help him. He wanted that safety. But he didn't want to put Phil in danger for his own mental health over all of this. The decision made itself as Clint shut the door behind him and started moving around the house. Grab his bag and go. It was for the best.
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Date: 2012-09-16 07:28 am (UTC)Clint would put some effort into it now that he was there. He didn't have any skills that made it marketable for him to get a job and he didn't want to deal with people until he was steady on his own feet. "Pizza's good. The kind with everythin' on it. Haven't had much of anything but doritos and gas station food. Not a fantastic diet plan." Clint was in the mood for a lot of things. Sleep. Potentially just ending up with his arms wrapped around Phil again, breathing him in and allowing the other man to take over every sense in his body. It was what kept him from grabbing the gun from his hand and just shooting himself when Phil had initially said no. Clint stepped over to the door, holding it open for a moment as he turned towards Phil again. "'ll go grab it. You can go get the towel...we'll meet in the middle." He winked with a smirk tugging at his lips.
His fight or flight response was beginning to kick in. The pros and cons Clint was already listing in his head when it came to staying here with Phil was that the cons were an extremely LONG list while the pros were extremely short. He could run. He knew he could. He'd feel bad about it. But it was in Phil's best interests. Clint wanted Phil to help him. He wanted that safety. But he didn't want to put Phil in danger for his own mental health over all of this. The decision made itself as Clint shut the door behind him and started moving around the house. Grab his bag and go. It was for the best.