"Just a list of things she shouldn't have. If we stick with the meat and a little green stuff, we should be good, as long as it isn't pork."
Clint watched Natasha stare down on her plate about as enthusiastically as he had and sighed soundlessly. It wasn't fair lecturing her when he could hardly act rational himself.
"Don't force yourself, red. We can keep the stuff in the fridge and you get some when you feel ready. You know me, I'm just worried when you have nothing in your stomach."
He knew damn well that she hated it when he worried too much, and they were already close to that fine line again. Maybe it was better to be separate for a few minutes. They were tiptoeing right now, and that didn't help anyone. He had to be ready when she needed him, not waiting for it with panicked eyes and held out arms. It was sad when cleaning up the kitchen sounded like the highlight of the day.
"Sounds good. I'll let the furball out as soon as she needs a toilet break, and then tomorrow we'll see. Pretty sure she loves you, though, so I'm sure she'll be back."
He tried to smile, sound encouragingly, but God, he felt so tired already. The idea of spending the whole evening and night like this already made him want to punch something.
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Date: 2014-06-12 05:07 pm (UTC)From:Clint watched Natasha stare down on her plate about as enthusiastically as he had and sighed soundlessly. It wasn't fair lecturing her when he could hardly act rational himself.
"Don't force yourself, red. We can keep the stuff in the fridge and you get some when you feel ready. You know me, I'm just worried when you have nothing in your stomach."
He knew damn well that she hated it when he worried too much, and they were already close to that fine line again. Maybe it was better to be separate for a few minutes. They were tiptoeing right now, and that didn't help anyone. He had to be ready when she needed him, not waiting for it with panicked eyes and held out arms. It was sad when cleaning up the kitchen sounded like the highlight of the day.
"Sounds good. I'll let the furball out as soon as she needs a toilet break, and then tomorrow we'll see. Pretty sure she loves you, though, so I'm sure she'll be back."
He tried to smile, sound encouragingly, but God, he felt so tired already. The idea of spending the whole evening and night like this already made him want to punch something.