Clint was already backpedalling, and Natasha felt a pang of regret when she realised that he hadn’t made the suggestion just to make her happy, though that had been a very big factor. There was a part of him that wanted to help the poor little creature, a stray much like he had been once. He put on a tough face, but he really had the softest heart.
Meeting his eyes again at his urgings, she saw the understanding there, and the promise that he would never make her do anything she didn’t want to. She thought that was it, that he would drop it unless she instigated the topic of conversation again, but he didn’t, and she found herself strangely grateful for the fact. If it was left up to her to broach the subject it would never happen, but of course he knew that. He may not push her, but he was making sure she really thought about it before saying no.
The thought of leaving the kitten behind when they left struck her with such sadness, and maybe that was what this was all really about. She couldn’t really keep the cat, couldn’t take it with them, so wouldn’t it be a bad idea to let herself get attached to it only to have to leave it behind? And wouldn’t that be crueler in the long run for the little thing?
Wasn’t it easier to stop now than to break all their hearts later? But of course it was that line of thinking that had made her keep Clint at arm’s length for so long.
Wrapping her arms around Clint’s waist, she buried her face against his chest and closed her eyes. She didn’t understand why this whole thing was making her so damn emotional, and she wasn’t sure how to deal with it. She didn’t want to abandon the little kitten, especially not after realising that it was small and underweight, but she was afraid. She was afraid of what would happen if she let it in.
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Date: 2014-04-03 10:55 pm (UTC)From:Meeting his eyes again at his urgings, she saw the understanding there, and the promise that he would never make her do anything she didn’t want to. She thought that was it, that he would drop it unless she instigated the topic of conversation again, but he didn’t, and she found herself strangely grateful for the fact. If it was left up to her to broach the subject it would never happen, but of course he knew that. He may not push her, but he was making sure she really thought about it before saying no.
The thought of leaving the kitten behind when they left struck her with such sadness, and maybe that was what this was all really about. She couldn’t really keep the cat, couldn’t take it with them, so wouldn’t it be a bad idea to let herself get attached to it only to have to leave it behind? And wouldn’t that be crueler in the long run for the little thing?
Wasn’t it easier to stop now than to break all their hearts later? But of course it was that line of thinking that had made her keep Clint at arm’s length for so long.
Wrapping her arms around Clint’s waist, she buried her face against his chest and closed her eyes. She didn’t understand why this whole thing was making her so damn emotional, and she wasn’t sure how to deal with it. She didn’t want to abandon the little kitten, especially not after realising that it was small and underweight, but she was afraid. She was afraid of what would happen if she let it in.