Clint gave himself a quick wash-over in the kitchen and got dressed with the next best shirt and pants just like yesterday, while the coffee brewed. He downed the much too hot drink with grim determination and had the second mug already in his hand when he joined Natasha in the bathroom. Ice cold water on certain body parts had helped clear his head and the rest of drowsiness slowly had to surrender to his live safer. He actually thought of shortly reaching behind the shower curtain to let Natasha know he was there, suspecting she would be just as lost in her own thoughts as yesterday.
"You hanging in there, red?", he asked quietly, shoving the curtain aside just enough to sit down on the tub edge, and wait for her to sit down so he could take care of her hair.
She wouldn't be okay so he didn't ask her, if she was. And she obviously didn't feel good. He just needed to know if she was feeling stable enough for this difficult appointment today, for even getting there, with all the people around, the waiting, the heat. There was still also a possibility of letting a doctor come here even if that would prolong proceedings.
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Date: 2014-06-16 03:45 pm (UTC)From:"You hanging in there, red?", he asked quietly, shoving the curtain aside just enough to sit down on the tub edge, and wait for her to sit down so he could take care of her hair.
She wouldn't be okay so he didn't ask her, if she was. And she obviously didn't feel good. He just needed to know if she was feeling stable enough for this difficult appointment today, for even getting there, with all the people around, the waiting, the heat. There was still also a possibility of letting a doctor come here even if that would prolong proceedings.