Clint Bi-ton

hold  him  gently  in  your  hands.  he  has  been  cracked  enough  as  it  is,  and  his  heart  is  more  shattered  than  he  lets  on.

( drags him to the couch, plopping down. ) you need more rest than me

" huh ?? " not fighting it at all but patting his back

Are you sure?

talk to me honey.

But you need it.

please?

exactly. now cmon, let’s only down.

just one?

( brushes her thumbs across his cheeks. ) i know, but looks to me you need more sleep than I do

( grumbles, grabbing his face. ) don’t do that, i’ll feel bad.

i think you worry a bit too much.

Clint, I’m fine. I promise.

Rude.

Don’t you dare.

What’re you going to do about it huh?

Sleep is for the weak.

Randomly mashing two random characters together to make a rarepair and accidentally making a new fav

Have to do some important things.