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Clint—MAY CONTAIN AVENGERS ENDGAME SPOILERS
So he definitely, definitely noticed when someone climbed in with him in the middle of the night.
"Clint?" he sleep-mumbled, because if it wasn't Clint, he was going to be extremely alarmed.
"In that case," he said, "you'll be perfectly disappointing." Clint rubbed the back of his neck, trying not to let on just how embarrassed he was feeling. It muddied up the emotion from before, both making it far easier to separate from himself (just a stupid movie) and more cringey to think about. "Are we good?"
He shrugged a shoulder. "It seemed like a good idea to put some space between us for a little bit," he said. "If you wanted me to keep my hands to myself."
"It's. Whatever. You know? It's just a movie. I was probably just..."
He had no idea what he was, but there weren't good words for it, so he shrugged.
"Well, fine. Then how about we watch some other movie or whatever," he said, frowning.
"Kay," he said, straightening to head toward the door. He paused there, hesitated, then turned back. "Hey. I love you. You know that, right?"
His expression--posture--everything visibly relaxed and he smiled for real before heading outside.
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