"Some medicine tastes like bubblegum," Clint said, sounding a little wistful even as he twisted his hands in his lap -- the only part of him he dared moving after being told to sit still.
He didn't really feel better yet, and thought maybe he ought to complain about that because surely a few seconds was close enough to ten minutes where it out to be working, right? Right? But then, he was easily distracted by Jamie's light, careful touch. And maybe his words too. Definitely.
"I can be into that," he said, practically solemn, because apparently he was just an idiot tonight. "So long as it's safe."