Part of Phil hadn't been sure how much of Clint's flirting was purposeful and how much of it was just the way he was around others. It hadn't mattered before, because Phil hadn't felt right acting on it. It was hard to ignore this, though. How could he ignore Clint blatantly pointing out that he was flirting? Still, there was a conflict inside him. He knew what he wanted, but that didn't mean it was the right thing to do.
He smiled indulgently as Clint rambled about movie accuracy. It was cute. It was cuter than it had any right to be. Clint was cuter than he had any right to be. Phil was remembering everything about Clint that had interested him in the first place, back when Clint had really been too young and Phil had honestly been too scared to make a move, even without the age difference.
He angled more towards Clint and moved the hand Clint had swatted at to catch his chin, trying to turn his head to face Phil. It was an affectionate, almost intimate gesture. "You're not a dog." He hadn't thought that touching Clint's hair would be taken like that. "I think you're taking the werewolf thing a little too far with that, don't you?"
He studied Clint's face. "And I'm not humoring you. I like you just fine without the skirt and wig." He didn't need the apology from Clint. He knew that Clint was having a hard time. This had to be stressful... it had to be awful. He just wanted to see Clint smile. He wanted to help.
He leaned in to press his lips to Clint's. He wasn't sure how much it would help or if it might make everything worse, but he wanted to. He was slow and more unsure than usual. He wanted to give Clint ample time to refuse.
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He smiled indulgently as Clint rambled about movie accuracy. It was cute. It was cuter than it had any right to be. Clint was cuter than he had any right to be. Phil was remembering everything about Clint that had interested him in the first place, back when Clint had really been too young and Phil had honestly been too scared to make a move, even without the age difference.
He angled more towards Clint and moved the hand Clint had swatted at to catch his chin, trying to turn his head to face Phil. It was an affectionate, almost intimate gesture. "You're not a dog." He hadn't thought that touching Clint's hair would be taken like that. "I think you're taking the werewolf thing a little too far with that, don't you?"
He studied Clint's face. "And I'm not humoring you. I like you just fine without the skirt and wig." He didn't need the apology from Clint. He knew that Clint was having a hard time. This had to be stressful... it had to be awful. He just wanted to see Clint smile. He wanted to help.
He leaned in to press his lips to Clint's. He wasn't sure how much it would help or if it might make everything worse, but he wanted to. He was slow and more unsure than usual. He wanted to give Clint ample time to refuse.