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"Please don't refer to it as defiling and it might actually happen." Phil probably won't say no now that he's seen how excited the idea makes Clint. It isn't the near death but that happiness that tempts Phil. He'll do a lot to see Clint that happy.

"Using in a manner that she was always destined for. Picking up chicks and sexual exploits. Except instead of picking up chicks, it's acting like a handsy teenager with your lasting boyfriend. But if you wanted to play like you were picking up some handsome stranger, I might not be inclined to say no."

"I'm not running this like an undercover op." Phil is back to shaking his head with fondness. This is the man he's chosen. This is who he loves. He is thinking of something more romantic like a little private drive in movie scene. "I will make out with my boyfriend in the backseat, not a stranger. Strangers don't get to ride in Lola."

"If we get messy on the seats, I promise I'll clean her up nice and proper." Rather than suggesting they do more than just make out. Which will clearly inevitably happen if Clint's got any say in it.

He rests a chin in hand. "Y'know, on a different day, you'd have to be real concerned with the state of this table after I vaulted over it to get at you. We'll have so many ideas to put pins in, once my brain isn't fighting me tooth and nail over everything, we'll be so busy with each other."

"You will clean her up." It might be inevitable that they end up having sex in Lola's backseat. The death thing probably did push this forward but maybe they would have gotten there without it.

"Sadly, I think my first instinct would be to think we're under attack." Clint leaping to defend him would come to mind first. Sex would come after Clint kissed him. Phil would catch on them. "But keep a list for when you're ready. We'll make sure to hit them all."

"Did you know that you're the best? Because you're the best. For putting up with me, but also just in general." For being thoughtful and understanding and funny and smart and--yes, also for putting up with Clint and the everything he is.

"I'm mostly the same man I was before almost dying. Luckily for you." Phil only occasionally thinks about what might have happened if he had died. What would've been left behind. What would have become of the people he cared about. How much more guilt Clint would place on himself.

"Although, it's probably luckier for me."

"We're both lucky. You're lucky you lived; I'm lucky a wayward blow to the skull knocked magic out of me. We're lucky we found each other in our strange and fucked up lives when we did." That's getting borderline schmoopy for him. "You're lucky you're cute."

There is where Phil feels a pang because he can't lean across the table and kiss Clint. The moment is soft and sweet. It's the perfect time for it but he will respect Clint's boundaries.

"I'm fucking adorable," Phil says in the most dry and bored tone he can manage.

That gets Clint to bark out laughter, having to cover his face until the peels die down. Not quite to tears, but near enough when he still has to stifle a few giggles by the end. This, this is what he needed beyond a shadow of a doubt.

Needs more than that, frankly, but he can tamp down on the aching desire in his chest for now. He can see a hint of the same reflected in Phil, much as he might try to hide it. They'll get there, to the moments of tenderness they used to have. He hopes.

"You are. And I'll get to kiss that fucking adorable face again."

Phil sips his wine smiling to himself. Clint's really attractive when he laughs like that. Even more attractive when he laughs like that because of Phil's jokes. He is pretty content with this even though he doesn't get the kiss.

"You will," he agrees after he sets down his wine. "Because I'll be right here when you're ready for that."

It's a promise that Phil's not going anywhere.

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