Phil closed his eyes, focusing on how nice it felt to hold Clint's hand. He tried to think about what else he remembered. It was all so disjointed. There were quick flashes, but nothing really solid or tangible to it.
He took a breath and leaned in to kiss Clint's cheek. It wasn't quite what he wanted to do, but his head was a mess, so he settled for affection, because it wasn't really that far a cry from their usual banter or the way that they looked out for each other, if he was really honest.
"There was a woman with red hair." He opened his eyes again. "I can't tell what's a memory and what's a dream. I keep thinking about tentacles. It's like a Japanese woodblock printing... one of the dirty ones." Maybe he shouldn't have admitted that he might have had a dream like that, but he couldn't remember ever having a bizarre squid fetish before.
"And I think I might remember us... I think--No, I do." He looked over at Bruce. "I remember. Sort of. At least, I remember parts of it. I..." He sighed. "I remember lying in bed with both of you."
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Date: 2012-10-02 02:57 am (UTC)He took a breath and leaned in to kiss Clint's cheek. It wasn't quite what he wanted to do, but his head was a mess, so he settled for affection, because it wasn't really that far a cry from their usual banter or the way that they looked out for each other, if he was really honest.
"There was a woman with red hair." He opened his eyes again. "I can't tell what's a memory and what's a dream. I keep thinking about tentacles. It's like a Japanese woodblock printing... one of the dirty ones." Maybe he shouldn't have admitted that he might have had a dream like that, but he couldn't remember ever having a bizarre squid fetish before.
"And I think I might remember us... I think--No, I do." He looked over at Bruce. "I remember. Sort of. At least, I remember parts of it. I..." He sighed. "I remember lying in bed with both of you."