[ Sam'd been half asleep when the press of another mind against his jolts him awake, leaving the feeling of something close to an accidental distress call. He blinks for a moment, sorting through that, and then lets out a low chuckle.
He’d send a reply back, but he remembers how Shiro had reacted the last time he unintentionally broadcasted something. So instead he rolls out of bed, murmuring, 'be right back, gotta make sure one of your broodmates isn't gonna burn the kitchen down,' at Clint’s questioning look.
Sam's in purple pajama bottoms and a black tank top with a red bird on it as he pads out into the kitchen, feet bare. He leans against the doorway, one eyebrow raised. ]
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He’d send a reply back, but he remembers how Shiro had reacted the last time he unintentionally broadcasted something. So instead he rolls out of bed, murmuring, 'be right back, gotta make sure one of your broodmates isn't gonna burn the kitchen down,' at Clint’s questioning look.
Sam's in purple pajama bottoms and a black tank top with a red bird on it as he pads out into the kitchen, feet bare. He leans against the doorway, one eyebrow raised. ]
You, uh. Need a little help?