Clint held his breath when Phil leaned in to kiss his cheek.
This wasn't what he expected but it was really everything that he wanted. He didn't even realize he felt as paranoid or stiff then the moment Phil decided to do that and his body sort of relaxed even more at the touch. The only woman with red hair that Clint honestly paid attention to in Arkham was Natasha and then she died.
Obviously not that lady with red hair. He knew that. Bruce didn't need to reach his hand out to him. Clint was already doing so to the doctor. It helped that Clint thrived on physical contact -- even more so that he had gotten used to it after being in Arkham. The time apart had nearly driven him insane simply because the fact he couldn't have the little touching. Handholding was always a particularly odd thrill for him.
"If there was tentacle sex I wouldn't miss that place as much as I do." Clint did miss Arkham. He missed being surrounded by the people he allowed in. He didn't get that here because the people who were close to him saw him as a weapon more than a friend. "It was all fantastic sex, in case you were wondering." Clint didn't mind that both his hands were preoccupied by holding Bruce and Phil's hands. It felt more natural like this. He felt better like this.
"This seems weird to you, doesn't it sir?" The 'sir' was affectionately chirped out. It was said more like it was when they were in Arkham and sir became more of a substitute for 'baby' then being actually considerate of the other man's standing over him.
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Date: 2012-10-02 07:18 am (UTC)This wasn't what he expected but it was really everything that he wanted. He didn't even realize he felt as paranoid or stiff then the moment Phil decided to do that and his body sort of relaxed even more at the touch. The only woman with red hair that Clint honestly paid attention to in Arkham was Natasha and then she died.
Obviously not that lady with red hair. He knew that. Bruce didn't need to reach his hand out to him. Clint was already doing so to the doctor. It helped that Clint thrived on physical contact -- even more so that he had gotten used to it after being in Arkham. The time apart had nearly driven him insane simply because the fact he couldn't have the little touching. Handholding was always a particularly odd thrill for him.
"If there was tentacle sex I wouldn't miss that place as much as I do." Clint did miss Arkham. He missed being surrounded by the people he allowed in. He didn't get that here because the people who were close to him saw him as a weapon more than a friend. "It was all fantastic sex, in case you were wondering." Clint didn't mind that both his hands were preoccupied by holding Bruce and Phil's hands. It felt more natural like this. He felt better like this.
"This seems weird to you, doesn't it sir?" The 'sir' was affectionately chirped out. It was said more like it was when they were in Arkham and sir became more of a substitute for 'baby' then being actually considerate of the other man's standing over him.