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^{It was probably a lost cause from the start. Maybe he’d’ve gotten away with silence if his partner had been anyone other than Eames. The touch of a grimace was all that made up Clint’s mouth for more than a few moments, synchronized with the effort to make the decision to either spare himself the loss of his dignity or to be straightforward and honest.}

^{The problem wasn’t even the damage he’d caused to Eames’ bedroom wall— the problem was what had caused it. He didn’t know much about what Eames did, never really asked, but he did know that it ran in corners he really would rather steer clear from. He didn’t like getting his head messed with, looked at, questioned, infiltrated, doubted.}

^{Clint waited until Eames was done with the medicating, waited until his hand had been taped up neatly, before rising and leading the way to the bedroom, standing aside in the doorway and pointing vaguely at the hole he’d put into the wall.}

^{“I’ll pay for it. Sorry.”}

The silence between them was nothing new. He knew he’d must have hit somewhere close to the truth if Clint had nothing really to say. Then again, Eames knew he could just sit here and read the man’s expressions like an open book. Normally he tried not to read those he considered friends, knowing that some things were better off left to either an explanation or nothing at all. But in this case? Knowing that Barton was lying to him about something? He would make an exception and actually try to figure out just what was weighing on the other man’s shoulders. First, though, he needed to finish working on his hand. Once that was done then they could talk.

After a few moments, his hand cleaned and wrapped, Eames turned his attention back to the archer. He knew something was going on with him, knew he was hiding something. But what? What could be so horrible that he would rather not tell him? It wasn’t like he’d judged the man. Never before had he judged the archer for his life or his choices. Or maybe it had something to do with him, his life, and the secrets he’d kept from him. It was for his own safety – the things he’d kept in the dark. And it was for his best interest, as well. He didn’t need to know that he stole information from people’s heads. It would only make things more stressful.

Following the other towards the bedroom he stopped at the door and stared at the hole in the wall. On the plus side this was a rental and not really his. On the down side they were going to have to fix it. Somehow. Eames figured between the two of them they would be able to at least repair it to the point that the landlord wouldn’t really notice it.

“It’s – it’s a'right. We’ll fix it t'gether. And yeah you’ll be paying for part of it.”

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