"That bad?" Phil finishes before drinking a mouthful of coffee, which is probably lukewarm at best, if it's anything like always, another coffee Phil gets for himself and then promptly forgets about. Clint fingers his cuff for a moments, straightening them out, not missing a second of Phil watching him.
"Yeah, it was horrible. Too many people. You know how I am. I like having only one voice in my ear," Clint throws Phil another look before smiling again, licking his lips. "And this suit. I don't know how you wear one every day. Can't wait to get it off."
His fingers flutters at his neck again, but he stills when Phil groans - almost inaudible, but definitely there.
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Date: 2011-12-20 05:53 pm (UTC)"Yeah, it was horrible. Too many people. You know how I am. I like having only one voice in my ear," Clint throws Phil another look before smiling again, licking his lips. "And this suit. I don't know how you wear one every day. Can't wait to get it off."
His fingers flutters at his neck again, but he stills when Phil groans - almost inaudible, but definitely there.
"Said something, Phil?"