Under normal, ordinary, everyday circumstances, talking to Clint was the absolute easiest thing in the world. Whether it was with audible words, Sign, kisses, leaning on each other, or whatever felt right at the time, all of it came as easily as breathing. But this? This was hard to talk about because there was no real way to resolve it or make it easier to cope with. They'd both gone through quite a bit of hell in their lifetimes, but this was different. There was no coming out on the other side. They needed to stay on the side they were on, permanently.
It'd been relatively easy to ignore it at first, and they probably could've continued to ignore it now. But when things like the max exodus of people happened, it brought all that to the forefront. He and Clint were married now. It wasn't that they hadn't been fully committed before and if something were to happen where one of them left it would be just as devastating, but there was an added layer to it now. The ring on his finger told him so.
He nodded in agreement. "I try not to think about it but it just.. creeps up. It hits harder than a fist and when it does, all I can think about is getting to you, finding you and touching you so I know you're there."