"I'm feeling a little better, thanks." He sounded distracted as he looked up at Clint. He was still sleeping, right? Clint just called him good looking and Bruce--Banner--missed him and it was just like he was still in that dream where they were both pressed up against him. Fuck.
He was still staring up at Clint as he mumbled. "I missed you, too." Something in his chest clenched, because part of him knew that he'd missed Bruce, too. Some part of him screamed at him, but it was incomprehensible. "I... missed both of you."
He needed to get up. He needed to get up and move away from Clint before he did something stupid, like kissing him. Maybe he needed to just remove himself from this situation before he ruined whatever was forming between Clint and Bruce. He knew that if he stuck around he would eventually. Neither of them deserved that. As soon as he was better, he would find a reason to go his own way. Loving someone meant letting them go, no matter how hard it was.
Still, the idea of leaving them left his blood running cold. He probably couldn't do it, not really. It wasn't as if he could right now, anyway. He was still sore as Hell and a little fuzzy from the drugs, even if it was less fuzzy than before.
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Date: 2012-09-29 07:59 am (UTC)He was still staring up at Clint as he mumbled. "I missed you, too." Something in his chest clenched, because part of him knew that he'd missed Bruce, too. Some part of him screamed at him, but it was incomprehensible. "I... missed both of you."
He needed to get up. He needed to get up and move away from Clint before he did something stupid, like kissing him. Maybe he needed to just remove himself from this situation before he ruined whatever was forming between Clint and Bruce. He knew that if he stuck around he would eventually. Neither of them deserved that. As soon as he was better, he would find a reason to go his own way. Loving someone meant letting them go, no matter how hard it was.
Still, the idea of leaving them left his blood running cold. He probably couldn't do it, not really. It wasn't as if he could right now, anyway. He was still sore as Hell and a little fuzzy from the drugs, even if it was less fuzzy than before.