Seeing as "I have a big hunking crush on my handler" was the primary reason behind his so-called commitment issues. It didn't exactly make coming to Coulson a reasonable option for Clint. He didn't want that to be the way he told Phil that he felt something for him. By saying every kiss with a woman lately just felt stale. The sex was just boring but if he didn't feel like gaining a reputation or keeping up with his past relationships -- then he would have just foregoed it altogether. After all, there had been a lot of moments on "dates" where he just had to think about Phil and it made things a little more better for him. Easier to get along with them even though their conversation skills (to Clint) were lacking in his mind. When it came to Phil, there was no awkward conversations about anything. They didn't need to dance around each other when it came to getting down to either business or just to pass the time. A little thing Clint had discovered after the years of working with him, talking to him over comms when he was hiding up in his nest because there honestly was nothing better for him to do and the only person he was usually allowed to be in contact with was Coulson himself.
If anyone had noticed that Phil favored Clint in anyway. Coulson was just lucky that the observant "hawk" was oblivious to everything. A part of him had truly hoped that Coulson had found someone in the cellist because he believed Phil needed someone way more than he did. Needless to say, he was jealous of the man. Unknown to Phil, Clint had shadowed the man and even once had a drink with him at the bar just to learn more about the person who Coulson was dating. After one conversation, he had decided Phil was too good for him.
But he wasn't following him out to his car to beat him up or anything. Coulson might get a little suspicious.
Of course, Tasha had been the one to calmly tell him it truly wasn't his place to follow Phil's significant others around. God bless that woman, Clint usually thought. She put up with so much from him when it came to the stupid things he would do, down to the fact that he was harboring these feelings like some school girl.
Clint stepped in, away from using Coulson as a crutch as he walked slowly over to his bed. "Bottom drawer has some track pants. I burned everything I had that resembled a suit. I should get another one soon...just in case. Hill mentioned something about sending me on some stuff separate from the Initiative." Not that was entirely something he was truly looking forward too. Clint had the full intent to go down to security and try to find a way to destroy the videos of the past couple of hours. Not that he was going to tell Phil. He was sure the man wouldn't agree with that little course of action as Clint moved to lay down on his bed before rolling over and reaching blindly underneath it.
"Thank you," he flashed a grin over in Phil's direction as he continued searching for the box that held the set of cards he'd tracked down for his handler. "You snore though. When we're on this subject. I should really invest in ear-plugs if I keep on dragging you off to my room." His hand finally found the intended target before pulling it out from underneath the bed, pushing it across the floor so it hit Phil's foot.
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If anyone had noticed that Phil favored Clint in anyway. Coulson was just lucky that the observant "hawk" was oblivious to everything. A part of him had truly hoped that Coulson had found someone in the cellist because he believed Phil needed someone way more than he did. Needless to say, he was jealous of the man. Unknown to Phil, Clint had shadowed the man and even once had a drink with him at the bar just to learn more about the person who Coulson was dating. After one conversation, he had decided Phil was too good for him.
But he wasn't following him out to his car to beat him up or anything. Coulson might get a little suspicious.
Of course, Tasha had been the one to calmly tell him it truly wasn't his place to follow Phil's significant others around. God bless that woman, Clint usually thought. She put up with so much from him when it came to the stupid things he would do, down to the fact that he was harboring these feelings like some school girl.
Clint stepped in, away from using Coulson as a crutch as he walked slowly over to his bed. "Bottom drawer has some track pants. I burned everything I had that resembled a suit. I should get another one soon...just in case. Hill mentioned something about sending me on some stuff separate from the Initiative." Not that was entirely something he was truly looking forward too. Clint had the full intent to go down to security and try to find a way to destroy the videos of the past couple of hours. Not that he was going to tell Phil. He was sure the man wouldn't agree with that little course of action as Clint moved to lay down on his bed before rolling over and reaching blindly underneath it.
"Thank you," he flashed a grin over in Phil's direction as he continued searching for the box that held the set of cards he'd tracked down for his handler. "You snore though. When we're on this subject. I should really invest in ear-plugs if I keep on dragging you off to my room." His hand finally found the intended target before pulling it out from underneath the bed, pushing it across the floor so it hit Phil's foot.