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^{The archer shifted into oddly-comfortable silence, wrapping the wool blanket about himself and trapping what heat he could inside its confines. A bit of space remained between them, a testament to a lingering uncertainty. Clint didn’t like it, that space. But he would close that distance willingly once things were ironed out, once opinions were had and decisions made.}

^{And he listened loyally to the forger speak, watching him, equally hating the lack of confidence in a man that emanated confidence in any normal situation. It must really have taken a piece of the forger to end up on his doorstep, and, strangely enough, it made him want to smile.}

^{Selfish jackass.}

^{“You’re here,” Clint murmured, sure the ghost of breath he caught sight of wasn’t an illusion. “That’s enough to convince me you actually want to stay.”}

^{Only one question really mattered. The others.. they came to mind, he wanted to get them answered, wanted a play-by-play of Eames’ experience over the past year, but.. they didn’t seem necessary. They could wait. They could wait for another twelve months for all Clint really cared; they could never come at all. Some things.. it really wasn’t up to him what the forger shared. That would have to come on its own, by Eames’ choice. What mattered was the offer, the honesty. He could appreciate that Eames was willing to answer any question he could come up with regarding his year of absence, but..}

^{Some seconds of silence confirmed it, didn’t allow anything but the Important Question out into the chilly apartment.}

^{"Are you safe now?”}

In all honesty he did want to stay. He wanted to be around Clint, to keep enjoying their friendly banter and to just enjoy the man’s company. Eames had wanted that and more when he’d shown up on the archer’s doorstep. There was just a part of him that knew that assuming such a thing would only end up with one or both of them hurt. Especially as he still carried the baggage from before. The only difference now was the fact he carried even more baggage on his shoulders. He didn’t sleep and those rare times he did the nightmares were a mixture of what he’d done during his year away and the ones that should have plagued his sleep had it not been for the somnacin. It wasn’t something he could deal with and it wasn’t something he wanted anyone else to deal with either.

But he wanted to be there with Clint. There was just something about the man that kept him coming back time and time again. Eames knew that he was only supposed to help him, not fall for him. In the end it had happened anyway and there really wasn’t anywhere else he wanted to be than with the archer. “I do,” he told him, forcing his eyes to actually look at Barton. “I want to stay but I wasn’t sure you’d want me to. Mean I did just up and leave without any notice. Most people tend to think that they’re not wanted or some such bollocks.” In this case? It wasn’t anything close to the truth. But he would always leave the choice to the archer. If he wanted him to stay he would. If he wanted him to leave? He would.

“Far as I know yeah,” came his answer, the look of shock on his face plain as day. He wasn’t expecting that question. Eames figured Clint would want to know all about what he’d done. Asking if he was safe? It was the last thing he expected. “Gave them all the information I could once I was conscious and told them it was the last time I worked for ‘em. They told me they’d find whomever escaped from the incident in New York and that I’d have nothing to worry about.” Which, to him, meant that he’d always have to keep one eye open in case those he had worked with over the past year found out just who he was and what he’d done. Eventually they’d figure it out. Especially when they didn’t see him in any sort of prison.

Until then, though, he would at least enjoy just a bit of freedom, enjoy just having the archer around while he continued to heal. “Now, I don’t know bout you but it’s bloody freezing in here. What do you say we go about fixing it, hmm?”

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