“Oh no?” Well of course that gets Clint curious and tells him what he’s looking at now was a mask. He takes a step back, hands on his hips, and looks over the other as if a slightly different perspective would help. Well it could in other situations.
The tone of humor doesn’t escape his hearing aids. “Ha so you’re saying you were even more attractive? Cause you got some looks even right now.” Hey, Clint was into well.. everything, and he did love giving compliments. It was always more about personality anyway and this guy seemed pretty cute.
At the question he gives a shrug. “I don’t do much anymore to be honest with you. Not feeling to uh… inspired.. you could say.” His demeanor drops as he gives a sigh and rubs the stubble on his chin. “So… nothing special.. kinda feel like when yer hear so long sometimes you just stop carin…” It was a little too much to reveal, unintended. So he shakes it off and gets to a different topic. “So you like to stalk people or what? Just watchin in the night?”
Several years back, he would have grown defensive at Clint’s stance and eyes on him. Untamed and disgusted with himself, with what his body had become-- his sword would have been drawn, then thrust out no questions or consideration taken into account. Now, despite being on spot and feeling the crawling sensation of a slightly awkward position, his sword remains against his spine, not once being thought about.
“I do not think you are seeing clearly.” Whilst he was aware the average children and teens found his armored, robotic frame to be aesthetically pleasing and the superhero type they dreamed of; adults never found him as visually appealing. Still, that wasn’t the main concern of what information he was receiving. “Yes, inspiration can be difficult to find.” Clint’s expression and body language seemed to be dripping, almost as if it were border lining depressive. Which wasn’t something he liked to see. Not because it was bad, but because it was sad. The world was difficult, people needed guidance; he, himself just wanted them to be happy and live their lives to the fullest.
“Even if you have changed the subject, I will not let it go so easily.”
His bluntness shines through, and he hopes Clint won’t take it too harshly. If it was too uncomfortable, he’d let it go; but letting him know that it was okay to suddenly leap to deeper, darker terms was a priority. He’d been through the toughest of times and sitting with the monks of Nepal wasn’t all for nothing. “What do you wish you could do?”
