[ They're too close, and Clint can't figure out how to pull back, disengage. Sam's mind nestled in alongside his like it belonged there. Easier, as they breathe, one looping thing, lungs inflating together. One, two, the uneven, not quite synchronized pulse under their palms the only thing.
Grounding, in a way he never expected. Reassuring, in a way it shouldn't be. But its Sam, and Clint trusts him. Trusts him with more than he expected, but he can roll with it. So Clint grunts, an affirmative, even if it's a piss poor one. Doesn't bother acknowledging the panic attack part, even though, yeah that's pretty much exactly what it feels like. Too much to think about -- he draws in a breath, another, scrubs a hand over his face. ]
Be better in a minute. [ Not false, but not necessarily the answer Sam was asking for. ] You?
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Grounding, in a way he never expected. Reassuring, in a way it shouldn't be. But its Sam, and Clint trusts him. Trusts him with more than he expected, but he can roll with it. So Clint grunts, an affirmative, even if it's a piss poor one. Doesn't bother acknowledging the panic attack part, even though, yeah that's pretty much exactly what it feels like. Too much to think about -- he draws in a breath, another, scrubs a hand over his face. ]
Be better in a minute. [ Not false, but not necessarily the answer Sam was asking for. ] You?