Clint could have said the same, really. He felt better around Bucky. Like a whole person, instead of someone who just sort of went through the motions of being all with a quippy joke or twenty. It felt good to get up in the morning and feel like he had a reason for it -- to not have to think about how long he had to be up before he could just sleep about it again.
Yeah. Bucky helped. And COFFEE, actually. But Bucky had a nicer butt and made better conversation than his espresso machine. So.
It was good.
Clint's smile was bright as hell. It was really nice to have a two handed boyfriend again, if only because one handed ASL was a pain in the ass and neither of them had been able to be quite as lazy the last two weeks. Which was a shame. Some days talking shouldn't have been required. Still. He touched at the metal he'd just hung around his neck and then on second thought, slipped the chain underneath his shirt. Because -- well. It just felt like it ought to be there, touching against bare skin and closer to his heart.
"Well," he said in agreement. "It's practically almost official then. You should probably kiss me, huh?"