A part of Clint was glad that neither of them had skirted around him pushing them together. Another part of him has self-deprecatingly calling himself Cupid for shits and giggles. He knew the both of them were likely to be amused by the nickname he would have eventually said. But at this moment? He was more in the moment than about making stupid quips about what was going on. The fact that Phil was being so accepting of this and Bruce seemed happier than he had in months. They both felt happier but Clint didn't exactly lie to himself. Things would have been different in Arkham if Phil hadn't grown closer to Bruce. He had...himself grown closer. But Arkham changed the dynamics to everything in his life that he didn't really want to think about the life he could have had if it had not been involved. Sure, it sucked.
But it changed them. Clint chuckled a bit as he watched them, running his fingers along Phil's neck and running his hand along Bruce's arm. Just...gentle reminders to tell them both he was still there. Not that there needed to be that much of a reminder as a smirk crossed his lips as he looked over to Bruce.
"Noted. I just know what the thigh thing does to Phil when Tasha uses it." He winked over at his (former?) handler with an amused expression on his face. Clint paused for a moment before moving to his feet. It had been...too long since they had even checked the parameter and for all he knew? They were all surrounded right now. His body had other ideas...still aching from whatever he was hit with during the rescue mission. He was moving just a tad bit slower to the door. All of it was easily ignorable in his eyes as he tucked his hands in his pockets, leaning against the wall by the door. "Shining leather works better than armor anyway." Paranoia struck as he peered out the window for a moment to check what he could see from here before shaking out his arms. "What do we do next, gentlemen?"
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Date: 2012-10-08 12:30 am (UTC)But it changed them. Clint chuckled a bit as he watched them, running his fingers along Phil's neck and running his hand along Bruce's arm. Just...gentle reminders to tell them both he was still there. Not that there needed to be that much of a reminder as a smirk crossed his lips as he looked over to Bruce.
"Noted. I just know what the thigh thing does to Phil when Tasha uses it." He winked over at his (former?) handler with an amused expression on his face. Clint paused for a moment before moving to his feet. It had been...too long since they had even checked the parameter and for all he knew? They were all surrounded right now. His body had other ideas...still aching from whatever he was hit with during the rescue mission. He was moving just a tad bit slower to the door. All of it was easily ignorable in his eyes as he tucked his hands in his pockets, leaning against the wall by the door. "Shining leather works better than armor anyway." Paranoia struck as he peered out the window for a moment to check what he could see from here before shaking out his arms. "What do we do next, gentlemen?"