He shuffled with her, every movement seemed so insignificant but Clint's heart was still beating too hard for his chest and he felt like he'd been sent off to a limbo world where normalcy was their thing. He had been miserable, miserable that he couldn't show their friends how happy she made him, miserable that he couldn't profess to the world that the red head was his. That was his misery, but now maybe things would change. Small changes, tiny little things that would shift their dynamic towards a better future for both of them, and as a partnership.

He let her shift him however she wanted, moved his legs so she could slide one between his. One hand reached under the cover to rest on the leg hooked over his hip. Clint held her close, free hand trailing fingers softly through her hair, untangling small knots here and there as he went. "You're telling me.. this has probably been my favourite day." He smiled although she couldn't see, smiled because he was happy. There'd be misery, there'd be arguments, but the fact that she'd confessed what her heart said was enough to see him through whatever lay ahead.

"Y'know, I thought you were gonna tell me to get lost. I expected the worst but this, this is perfect Tasha. I know this is a big gamble, but we'll get through anything and everything together." Thick as thieves.