The agent chuckled, kissing his lover, “Yer so British.I love when you say things.” Eames was someone Clint would never be able to let go, the man was so damn charming and Clint, well Clint was pretty sure he could love this guy. “Will you still call me darling when I’m old and wrinkly?” he asked, with a silly grin.
Eames laughed in response, wrapping his arms around Clint. “Well, we’d have a bit of a problem seeing as I am Engilsh, darling. But I can play it up a bit more ifn you’d like.” He could try to push Clint away, he could try to distance himself. But in the end? He was only hurting himself. “I will call you darling, I will call you mine, I will call you whatever you want,” he said, shaking his head to hide the stupid smile on his face.