"Nobody will get sick, the dinner will be fine." Why did he sound so distant? Oh right because of this point they'd somehow got to because of him putting his foot in everything as usual.
He got the message, loud and clear as she completely blew him off and he nodded, squared his shoulders and turned to look away from her. He couldn't do it, he wanted to tell her everything, wanted to tell her what she meant to him, how much he loved her, how much he wanted her all the time like an addiction he couldn't cure himself of.
"Okay." That hurt, that one simple word showed how submissive he really was but he was determined to play it off, he even faked a smile as he cocked his head over his shoulder.
Clint was not good at playing subtle in situations like these, no. But he tried, he busied his hands with preparing the cake mix, he made sure to keep himself to himself and to sip his wine slowly in between measuring mix and carefully mixing it together. It was fine, he'd get over it, he always did even if this time felt different.
"The wine's good." Idle small talk never suited him.
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He got the message, loud and clear as she completely blew him off and he nodded, squared his shoulders and turned to look away from her. He couldn't do it, he wanted to tell her everything, wanted to tell her what she meant to him, how much he loved her, how much he wanted her all the time like an addiction he couldn't cure himself of.
"Okay." That hurt, that one simple word showed how submissive he really was but he was determined to play it off, he even faked a smile as he cocked his head over his shoulder.
Clint was not good at playing subtle in situations like these, no. But he tried, he busied his hands with preparing the cake mix, he made sure to keep himself to himself and to sip his wine slowly in between measuring mix and carefully mixing it together. It was fine, he'd get over it, he always did even if this time felt different.
"The wine's good." Idle small talk never suited him.