It was a lot to take it. Jesus, it was just way too much to deal with. Everything they were saying was so complicated and his brain could barely keep up. He was still processing the idea of all of them being trapped somewhere strange when Clint went on to describe what had happened. Clint died. Phil couldn't imagine himself taking that well at all. The idea of losing Clint or Nat scared him. He knew he would fall apart a little, even being aware of the risks they all took in their jobs.
When Clint said that they'd been together... Phil's heart jumped into his throat. If it happened, why couldn't he remember it? It was entirely too cruel to give him that and then take it away and not even let him remember it. He fought back the sudden urge to kiss Clint, because for once he knew that Clint might actually want to be kissed by him.
He took a deep breath and reached for Clint's hand again, looking away to Bruce, unsure. He didn't remember, but he wanted to. God, he didn't have words for how much he wanted to remember all of that, even the terrible parts. He wondered if that was where all the fond feelings and familiarity came from. And the dream...
The dream. Not just the sexy parts, but the others.
"I think..." He wasn't sure what to say or how to articulate it. "Was there someone with too much eyeliner? She dressed like my niece." He frowned, sitting up, but keeping Clint's hand in his. It was slow-going. He must sound like a loon.
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Date: 2012-09-30 08:04 am (UTC)When Clint said that they'd been together... Phil's heart jumped into his throat. If it happened, why couldn't he remember it? It was entirely too cruel to give him that and then take it away and not even let him remember it. He fought back the sudden urge to kiss Clint, because for once he knew that Clint might actually want to be kissed by him.
He took a deep breath and reached for Clint's hand again, looking away to Bruce, unsure. He didn't remember, but he wanted to. God, he didn't have words for how much he wanted to remember all of that, even the terrible parts. He wondered if that was where all the fond feelings and familiarity came from. And the dream...
The dream. Not just the sexy parts, but the others.
"I think..." He wasn't sure what to say or how to articulate it. "Was there someone with too much eyeliner? She dressed like my niece." He frowned, sitting up, but keeping Clint's hand in his. It was slow-going. He must sound like a loon.