Great. Just great.
Clint, with pursed lips and narrowed eyes, drops his gaze to his now-ruined-slippers. Then returns it to the now GUILTY Kate. “Good afternoon to you too, Katie. Slippers flavored pizza, yum.”
Trouble in paradise is an understatement describing Clint and @StavesAndCorgis’ relationship; it required actually expressing feelings deep inside their hearts, trust that could possibly repair the broken pieces between them, and no, love is never enough to keep it intact.
@StavesAndCorgis “Do we have to? I’m quite comfortable where I’m staying at right now,” he protests, almost as if he doesn’t want her to see his face at this moment. In the dark, it’s much easier to converse while concealing his pain.
He leans into her touch, releasing a relieved sigh,
@StavesAndCorgis She’s safe for now, but it won’t be long enough until he realizes how much danger he’s putting into her life again.
“When have I ever? I’m like a cockroach who just never dies. Broken bones and all.”
@StavesAndCorgis It 𝐢𝐬 dangerous coming here, because that meant jeopardizing Bobbi’s safety while he prances around as a public enemy. But who’s to say he’s not allowed? After everything he’s been through?
“No,” a blatant response, tightening his arms around her smaller figure.