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[goodweather]

Hawk’s just reward is another little coo. Phil shifts, readjusting his hold on him.

Could he imagine it? Oh, easily. He’d love to try, even, but as they turn, he catches sight of the disorganized pile with a blanket over it in the corner of the room. Hawk’s sanitary, no doubt, but. Mm. He did say he wanted to get his head straight first.

“Maybe some other time, ehn? I should probably be at the house tonight, but… I can be out late. I’ll help you with the dishes. For now, let’s stay like this.”

[notinflictthem]

Hawk does a couple of mental calculations and works out what Phil's looking at, exhaling just slightly. Not disappointment- not entirely- but frustration at himself. If he wasn't doing bad, he could probably have ridden this all the way to the terminal destination. It's probably better that they save it for when Hawk can properly appreciate it rather than just use it as a distraction from feeling rotten. Phil will leave, and then Hawk will sink back down into some nice luxurious misery while he thinks about everyone who's missing and gone from him. That's just who he is now, someone who has to stay in motion.

Still, Hawk's voice takes on a tone of seriousness for a moment.

"How'd you know doing the dishes was one of the two?" he asks.

May as well enjoy what he's got while he has it, so he stays where he is. Hawk isn't a difficult man to please, he's a creature of very simple pleasures, and having someone to squeeze is among the most perfect of them. Phil's warmth, the way being so close sets tingles off across his skin, of the slight friction between them. What a fantastic distraction. He closes his eyes and tries to soak in as much of it as he can.

[goodweather]

He does wish they actually had a way to play music here. Then he could just shut up and focus on holding Hawkeye against himself without worrying about the dead silence or trying to fill it.

"You don't have to try that hard. I like you well enough already." Just to prove his point, he pecks a kiss under his eye.

[notinflictthem]

"Who's trying hard? I'm always this charming."

That's a lie and they both know it, but he squeezes his eyes shut like a pleased cat at the kiss.

"I think you missed."

[goodweather]

"Then I'll try again," he says, and pressing him closer at the waist, comes in for a soft landing.