[IC]

[stupidcupid]

[ Clint's in bed after the memory flowers and he seems to be awake and resting ]

Comments

[stupidcupid]

Didn't need to. I just got thrown around a lot, that's all.

[fourthsaken]

Do you need pain medicine? I, uh, know someone that could give you some.

[stupidcupid]

Don't worry, I'm all patched up. Like I said, just a bit sore.

[fourthsaken]

Okay, okay. I'll take your word for it.

[stupidcupid]

This isn't my first rodeo.

[fourthsaken]

That's not exactly reassuring, dude.

[stupidcupid]

It's better than nothing.

[fourthsaken]

Not if you're trying to get me to stop worrying about you.

[stupidcupid]

Now I feel like a fragile snowflake.

[fourthsaken]

Welcome to my world.

[hesitates before sitting on the edge of his bed]

Mr. Coulson's making you rest, huh?

[stupidcupid]

My own personal nanny. He cooks and cleans too.

[fourthsaken]

I've experienced the cooking. Should I be worried he wants to cook for me? Do I have a new babysitter?

[stupidcupid]

Don't look a gift horse in the mouth. Take advantage.

[fourthsaken]

Accept the food, you mean.

[stupidcupid]

What else did I mean?

[fourthsaken]

... Don't piss him off? Look, it's a little weird. I'm not the kinda kid adults usually take an interest in.

[stupidcupid]

I don't think you can piss him off. Relax.

[fourthsaken]

Are you telling me you've never pissed him off?

[stupidcupid]

I'm a special case.

[fourthsaken]

You're like his favorite, aren't you?

[stupidcupid]

I wouldn't go that far. Lets me drive though.

[fourthsaken]

Dude, you're totally his favorite.

[stupidcupid]

Nah, my money's on Tasha.

[fourthsaken]

Yeah?

[stupidcupid]

She gets shotgun.