Though he returned the smile, his voice stayed serious, still a little hoarse but with the most gentle tone possible. A careful dance on this line of too emotional that they both stayed away from most of the time.
After last night Clint was too exhausted still on his mind to keep up all of the usual barriers.

"I've never wanted an illusion, you know. I love you for who you are, Tash'."

He held her face softly in his palm as he spoke, fingertips brushing her cheek, her lips, to let her know, she didn't need to say anything if she didn't want it.