Clint didn't even feel like he had to say it at all when Phil told him he didn't have to do that for him. Yes, he did. The archer was probably just as angry at the usage of the trading cards as Phil was when he found out. Clint didn't know...he wasn't there when Fury told him. He didn't exactly see the point in having them be a martyr as well. If Phil had truly been dead, Clint would have wanted to keep the cards in mint condition somewhere in his room. The ruined cards were, however, given back to Phil once he came back to the fold. He paused for a moment before shrugging as he watched his handler walk towards the bed. "Yeah, I did." He took in a deep breath as he scooted over on the bed to make some room for Phil to lay down. "I know they're not the same as before. I tried to get as close as the old set as before..." He didn't want to point out he was a complete loser when it came to making sure they were also in the same state as the others. He was sure Clint would notice somewhere down the line.
He hoped at least.
It was lucky that Clint didn't know Coulson's reasoning for not dating within SHIELD. Even the undisclosed reason that it was because he would rather date him than anyone else. SHIELD agents, a majority of them, were gossips. The good ones weren't, yes. But the majority of the ones Clint had met were. He had been lucky enough to date people who were either too idiotic to see he pined after Phil or saw it and took mercy on him because he was too much of a wimpass to say anything to the other man. He just didn't want to ruin this.
It was those words that made Clint's heart race. A success. He felt a little stupid for letting that the reason why he was happy in that moment but he wasn't going to say anything as he waited until he was fully sat back before laying his head on Coulson, draping his arm around him as he sighed in relief almost. "No problem, Phil. Fury was just lucky I didn't shoot him in the face the moment I saw he ruined those cards." He chuckled lightly as he made himself comfortable. It felt stupid, laying there. Pretending this was something Coulson wanted too. But it got him by.
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Date: 2012-06-04 02:34 pm (UTC)He hoped at least.
It was lucky that Clint didn't know Coulson's reasoning for not dating within SHIELD. Even the undisclosed reason that it was because he would rather date him than anyone else. SHIELD agents, a majority of them, were gossips. The good ones weren't, yes. But the majority of the ones Clint had met were. He had been lucky enough to date people who were either too idiotic to see he pined after Phil or saw it and took mercy on him because he was too much of a wimpass to say anything to the other man. He just didn't want to ruin this.
It was those words that made Clint's heart race. A success. He felt a little stupid for letting that the reason why he was happy in that moment but he wasn't going to say anything as he waited until he was fully sat back before laying his head on Coulson, draping his arm around him as he sighed in relief almost. "No problem, Phil. Fury was just lucky I didn't shoot him in the face the moment I saw he ruined those cards." He chuckled lightly as he made himself comfortable. It felt stupid, laying there. Pretending this was something Coulson wanted too. But it got him by.