[Phil is surprised yet not when Clint makes to touch the scar. On some level he was rather expecting that. Clint reacting as if burnt, and becoming noticeable pale however, is rather a shock. Phil watches silently, brain churning rapidly, the faintest of frowns pulling at his deadpan expression.
He returns the wry smile and slips under the covers. It is still warm where Clint was, an interesting feeling but nice against his air-chilled skin.]
My workout clothes, if you will. And, thanks.
[He absently sits up against the pillows, pulling the covers up to cover his scar.]
January 16th, Morning [Action]
He returns the wry smile and slips under the covers. It is still warm where Clint was, an interesting feeling but nice against his air-chilled skin.]
My workout clothes, if you will. And, thanks.
[He absently sits up against the pillows, pulling the covers up to cover his scar.]