"Hm-hm. Should believe your predictions more often."
Clint still had a dry mouth and was glad to find an old, half full water bottle next to his bed. It tasted warm and stale but it helped his throat until the inevitable coffee shower.
He rolled on his side too but didn't come too close to Natasha, not when she was still feeling sick and every touch to her stomach could upset her. He was still thinking about something witty or even remotely comforting to say, when he felt himself dozing off again. Well, maybe one pill less tonight.
"'m sorry", he mumbled drowsily. "Just wake me..."
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Date: 2014-06-15 10:12 pm (UTC)From:Clint still had a dry mouth and was glad to find an old, half full water bottle next to his bed. It tasted warm and stale but it helped his throat until the inevitable coffee shower.
He rolled on his side too but didn't come too close to Natasha, not when she was still feeling sick and every touch to her stomach could upset her. He was still thinking about something witty or even remotely comforting to say, when he felt himself dozing off again. Well, maybe one pill less tonight.
"'m sorry", he mumbled drowsily. "Just wake me..."