When he felt the movement of Phil's arm behind him, Clint didn't feel as awkward as he had felt when he did it himself. It felt, welcoming. Honestly, he was usually the type of person who didn't allow opportunity to just slip past him. But with Phil it was different. Their initial meeting was different and the fact that Clint had gone out of his way to find him again was way different. Usually he wanted to forget people who he met in bars or who had seen his and Barney's sibling rivalry at it's best. Phil was really different.
Clint's brow arched up as he looked over to him. "A fed? Well...that's new." His mind first went with 'a criminal with a fed'. It didn't exactly offer any good outcomes. "Yanno, that stuff I said 'bout my brother? Yeah, it actually happened at this place call Camp Crystal Lake and this guy with a hockey mask ripped him to pieces. It was tragic." Yes, he went with Friday the 13th but it was the first thing that sprung to mind. He tensed up briefly, but this was Phil. He could trust Phil and it wasn't as if he was a FBI agent yet. He did feel more comforted with Phil's arm pressed against his back as he leaned back into him. He made his hands busy, pulling out two or three postcards that were probably chosen as an afterthought. "Every single one. Gotta admit, got pretty disappointed when they stopped I figured you jus' went on with your life." Got married. Had a kid. All of those things Clint could picture for Phil.
He never pictured them for himself. But he pictured them for Phil. In his dreams, they mostly turned out to be nightmares because it just made Clint feel all the more lonely in the world. "Everyone thought they were from a chick I met and was trying the long distance thing with, so I went with it. Phillipa." Clint winked with a laugh at the thought. "I am not original at all by the way."
That was a lie. He was. He was just amused every time he used that to get people off his back at his collection of postcards. Only a handful of people knew who sent them. Knew what they meant to Clint. "Any campy horror movies on? You could hold me if I get to scared, sir." Clint smirked before tilting his head to the side as he leaned his head back on Phil's arm. "When you get into the FBI, I think you should start The X-Files." He mused under his breath. "I see big things in your future, Agent Coulson."
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Clint's brow arched up as he looked over to him. "A fed? Well...that's new." His mind first went with 'a criminal with a fed'. It didn't exactly offer any good outcomes. "Yanno, that stuff I said 'bout my brother? Yeah, it actually happened at this place call Camp Crystal Lake and this guy with a hockey mask ripped him to pieces. It was tragic." Yes, he went with Friday the 13th but it was the first thing that sprung to mind. He tensed up briefly, but this was Phil. He could trust Phil and it wasn't as if he was a FBI agent yet. He did feel more comforted with Phil's arm pressed against his back as he leaned back into him. He made his hands busy, pulling out two or three postcards that were probably chosen as an afterthought. "Every single one. Gotta admit, got pretty disappointed when they stopped I figured you jus' went on with your life." Got married. Had a kid. All of those things Clint could picture for Phil.
He never pictured them for himself. But he pictured them for Phil. In his dreams, they mostly turned out to be nightmares because it just made Clint feel all the more lonely in the world. "Everyone thought they were from a chick I met and was trying the long distance thing with, so I went with it. Phillipa." Clint winked with a laugh at the thought. "I am not original at all by the way."
That was a lie. He was. He was just amused every time he used that to get people off his back at his collection of postcards. Only a handful of people knew who sent them. Knew what they meant to Clint. "Any campy horror movies on? You could hold me if I get to scared, sir." Clint smirked before tilting his head to the side as he leaned his head back on Phil's arm. "When you get into the FBI, I think you should start The X-Files." He mused under his breath. "I see big things in your future, Agent Coulson."