There’s a whole lot in those few sentences that Clint isn’t sure how much to read into. First there’s the flippant way she spoke of her previous night terrors. This isn’t surprising, he knew about her nightmares and could only imagine how much worse they must have gotten the past few weeks, but somehow being here with him had soothed them, even if only for one night.
More than that, though, was that one word: home. What exactly did she mean by that? Did she mean back in this house? No, he knew that wasn’t it. It wasn’t about the location, home had nothing to do with four walls and a roof. Home was where she didn’t have to sleep alone, where she didn’t have to be alone because there was someone there who understood, someone to share the pain with. Maybe this house could be a home, but it was only because he was there.
Damn, he really hoped he was reading too much into that.
He let her maneuver his body until they were snuggling close, not quite a tangle of limbs but close to it, and wrapped the blanket around the both of them again like he had last night.
“Slept like the dead,” he replied, though that probably wasn’t the best terminology to use right now. “Better than I have for weeks, since, you know... the last time.” He gave a short one-shouldered shrug. He slept better with her than he did on his own, especially after the Loki thing. Her presence had some sort of soothing effect on him. Maybe it was just the knowledge that he wasn’t alone.
He wasn’t sure he liked how she was examining him, though, but when she spoke he chuckled. “What, you don’t like the mountain man look?” he asked before pulling her close and rubbing his facial hair against her neck in a teasing manner.
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Date: 2014-05-07 11:18 pm (UTC)More than that, though, was that one word: home. What exactly did she mean by that? Did she mean back in this house? No, he knew that wasn’t it. It wasn’t about the location, home had nothing to do with four walls and a roof. Home was where she didn’t have to sleep alone, where she didn’t have to be alone because there was someone there who understood, someone to share the pain with. Maybe this house could be a home, but it was only because he was there.
Damn, he really hoped he was reading too much into that.
He let her maneuver his body until they were snuggling close, not quite a tangle of limbs but close to it, and wrapped the blanket around the both of them again like he had last night.
“Slept like the dead,” he replied, though that probably wasn’t the best terminology to use right now. “Better than I have for weeks, since, you know... the last time.” He gave a short one-shouldered shrug. He slept better with her than he did on his own, especially after the Loki thing. Her presence had some sort of soothing effect on him. Maybe it was just the knowledge that he wasn’t alone.
He wasn’t sure he liked how she was examining him, though, but when she spoke he chuckled. “What, you don’t like the mountain man look?” he asked before pulling her close and rubbing his facial hair against her neck in a teasing manner.