Steve reaches up and gives Clint's hand on his shoulder a slow, careful, squeeze. He suddenly has... a dozen pictures he wants to draw, and they're all Clint.

None that he'd show Clint, at least any time soon, because they're not at all sexual but are intimate. He might draw them just to get the ideas out of his head, and never show Clint. Or show him two years from now.

Regardless, his hand on Clint's is warm, and brief and careful and then gone. "You get everything you needed to done?"