Apr 22, 2020
SMOOCH CLINT ❱ selectively accepting.
❝ I HATE YOU ❞ is what he says but the words don’t quite come out the way that he’d meant for them to, sluggish & unrefined. It feels like he has a mouth full of cotton & he can’t make the sound move past the barrier.
Her soft lips press a kiss to his forehead anyway, & Clint lets his eyes slip closed, the continuous DRIP of tramadol going a long way to easing a lot of the PAIN & ANXIETY. He feels her slender hand slip into his & he gives it a squeeze even as he lets the exhaustion start to win. ❝ Give ‘em hell for me. ❞
( He doesn’t doubt for a single second that SHE WILL. )
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