[ One of the things they have in common - which is dangerous, maybe, but there it is. Sam chose Clint, too, when he had to hide the way the footsteps of the guards made him tense up, when Clint managed to find a balance between letting Sam lean on him and leaning on Sam in return - when all they had was each other, staying strong for Wanda and Scott and trying to find a way to get the two of them out.
They'd gotten rescued in the end, of course, and Sam had always believed Steve'd come, but Clint is the one who'd kept him sane.
Sam leans his head imperceptibly into the phantom touch at his neck, taking it for the encouragement and support it is and steadfastly ignoring anything else it might be.
Everything about them is alternatively too much or not enough - or sometimes both. It's familiar, in a way, something Sam is used to, and he responds with the phantom sensation of a hand on the back of Clint's head, fingers pushing through short hair and scritching lightly at his scalp, the press of a forehead against his. ]
(That mean you're good for more than just one ride?)
[ No, those he's speaking with have no idea where his attention has gone - and it's almost a shame that they can't see his smile or the way his eyes light up, just a little. It'd sell his interest in them. As it is, he has to settle for the way it comes out in his tone, his body language - anyone watching him or listening to him can probably tell just how invested he is in what he's paying attention to.
Also never, he's going to continue to corrupt Shiro. ]
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They'd gotten rescued in the end, of course, and Sam had always believed Steve'd come, but Clint is the one who'd kept him sane.
Sam leans his head imperceptibly into the phantom touch at his neck, taking it for the encouragement and support it is and steadfastly ignoring anything else it might be.
Everything about them is alternatively too much or not enough - or sometimes both. It's familiar, in a way, something Sam is used to, and he responds with the phantom sensation of a hand on the back of Clint's head, fingers pushing through short hair and scritching lightly at his scalp, the press of a forehead against his. ]
( That mean you're good for more than just one ride? )
[ No, those he's speaking with have no idea where his attention has gone - and it's almost a shame that they can't see his smile or the way his eyes light up, just a little. It'd sell his interest in them. As it is, he has to settle for the way it comes out in his tone, his body language - anyone watching him or listening to him can probably tell just how invested he is in what he's paying attention to.
Also never, he's going to continue to corrupt Shiro. ]