Phil shrugged, giving him a little smile. "Sleep as long as you want. I end up passing out on the couch half the time anyway. Another night won't make a difference." He hesitated, then gestured awkwardly. "Well. Have a good rest."
He turned to head down the hall and give Clint his privacy, settling back onto the armchair in the living room and picking up the paper again. It was hard to concentrate on reading, though, knowing that Clint was in his bedroom, just forty-odd feet away. After a half hour of not absorbing anything he was reading, he headed outside to do his daily gardening.
By the time evening fell, he'd gotten some weeding done and taken a shower--he'd tried very hard to stay quiet and not look when he snuck through the bedroom to the bathroom, but he hadn't been able to completely keep his eyes averted and seeing Clint sprawled out in his underwear had made his shower a little uncomfortable. He didn't know if it was just the drugs or the time alone that was bringing up a lot of thoughts he managed to not think most of the time, but whatever it was, they kept creeping in and making him feel somewhat ashamed and somewhat aroused.
He made himself a bowl of cereal for dinner and watched Cake Wars while he ate, then when it turned out to be a marathon, he just kept the TV on, watching episode after episode of people building enormous, intricate cakes and then dropping half of them with shrieks of horror. He chuckled to himself every time it happened.
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Date: 2012-05-18 01:24 am (UTC)He turned to head down the hall and give Clint his privacy, settling back onto the armchair in the living room and picking up the paper again. It was hard to concentrate on reading, though, knowing that Clint was in his bedroom, just forty-odd feet away. After a half hour of not absorbing anything he was reading, he headed outside to do his daily gardening.
By the time evening fell, he'd gotten some weeding done and taken a shower--he'd tried very hard to stay quiet and not look when he snuck through the bedroom to the bathroom, but he hadn't been able to completely keep his eyes averted and seeing Clint sprawled out in his underwear had made his shower a little uncomfortable. He didn't know if it was just the drugs or the time alone that was bringing up a lot of thoughts he managed to not think most of the time, but whatever it was, they kept creeping in and making him feel somewhat ashamed and somewhat aroused.
He made himself a bowl of cereal for dinner and watched Cake Wars while he ate, then when it turned out to be a marathon, he just kept the TV on, watching episode after episode of people building enormous, intricate cakes and then dropping half of them with shrieks of horror. He chuckled to himself every time it happened.