Clint was allowed his full spectrum of emotions, so if he had been angry with her over her verbal misstep, she would not have held it against him. She did know that he wasn't an overly sensitive person, and was pleased when he assured her out loud that she hadn't gone and done something that might start their reunion off on the wrong foot. She hadn't been overly concerned about it, but because she cared for him he'd deserved the apology all the same.
"I know you aren't," she said as she stood with him, and when he held his arms out to her in offering, she went into them with the ease and familiarity with which Clint had inspired in her from the first. She hugged him tight, even moving to rest her cheek on his shoulder as she rubbed her hands along his back in an unconsciously soothing motion. "I'm glad you're here, Clint," she said softly into the material of his shirt, and meant it. She would've preferred he stay well away from the occasional danger the Nexus could present, but was also selfish enough to be happy for his presence and camaraderie.
"Come on," she said when she finally pulled away from the comfort of his hug. "Let's go get drunk like Russian stereotypes, yes?" She thought he might need it for the news she was going to deliver, but perhaps not. Her old friend was surely made of some steadfast stuff, she'd learned that time and again.
With his bill settled, she led him up to her room and inside without much fuss, turning on the light and having a look around before gesturing. "Plop down anywhere," she said. "I don't have any mixers other than ice, so we'll drink it on the rocks, if you want."
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"I know you aren't," she said as she stood with him, and when he held his arms out to her in offering, she went into them with the ease and familiarity with which Clint had inspired in her from the first. She hugged him tight, even moving to rest her cheek on his shoulder as she rubbed her hands along his back in an unconsciously soothing motion. "I'm glad you're here, Clint," she said softly into the material of his shirt, and meant it. She would've preferred he stay well away from the occasional danger the Nexus could present, but was also selfish enough to be happy for his presence and camaraderie.
"Come on," she said when she finally pulled away from the comfort of his hug. "Let's go get drunk like Russian stereotypes, yes?" She thought he might need it for the news she was going to deliver, but perhaps not. Her old friend was surely made of some steadfast stuff, she'd learned that time and again.
With his bill settled, she led him up to her room and inside without much fuss, turning on the light and having a look around before gesturing. "Plop down anywhere," she said. "I don't have any mixers other than ice, so we'll drink it on the rocks, if you want."