He clears his throat, but Phil keeps on writing, seemingly focused on his papers.
"Give me a minute."
Clint opens his mouth, ready to protest, because he's spent the last three hours in a stupid suit smiling at the most random people asking ridiculous questions, and if he's grumpy he feels he's gained the right to be. He almost says something terrible, something he'll regret, like I want to go home, or something equally childish, but then Phil looks up.
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Date: 2011-12-20 05:27 pm (UTC)He clears his throat, but Phil keeps on writing, seemingly focused on his papers.
"Give me a minute."
Clint opens his mouth, ready to protest, because he's spent the last three hours in a stupid suit smiling at the most random people asking ridiculous questions, and if he's grumpy he feels he's gained the right to be. He almost says something terrible, something he'll regret, like I want to go home, or something equally childish, but then Phil looks up.
And the way he drops his pen makes Clint smile.