Good. Wanda was on board with this. It seemed like they were going to keep going as a thing. At least for now and really who cares about whatever came of that in the future. Clint really didn’t. It always seemed to him that agonizing over things that may or may not be only seemed to make people miserable.. Anyway, while she spoke he reached up for a bit to play with one of her damp curls of hair. Her question at the end though had him coming to a stop. He tilted his head to the side in thought for small moment as if mulling his options over. “Well I guess I better be getting some over time then.” And with that he got back up out of the chair and flicked one of her calves.
He went into the kitchen then and rummaged around for something else to eat. They needed to grocery shopping and soon. Goddamnit. Someone ate his fucking leftovers.. Probably Pietro. The prick kept coming over here a lot for a guy that had moved out.