Of all the times he wished he could sigh before, now he has to keep the heavy breath in. It was a neat trick he'd found one day he could do- bored and tired in ways a man never should be so near the ever-shifting lines of the front. He couldn't even twist his mouth into a grimace, inconsequential as it may prove to be if he tried. He'd brought this on, and the cornered feeling returned. And he hunched his shoulders some more, the 6-foot-2 of him somehow hoping to look smaller, in a bastard kind of shrug. It wasn't dismissive-- it wasn't about him, and just. Couldn't be anything but open.
"I still haven't," he offered- even and easy and he doubted it'd be suspected as the lie it was. He quits fidgeting with the fabrics and museum things, and he refused to recall the smile that wanted to tug at his lips at the vote of confidence from his new friend. A dwarf!
How wasn't any of this funny? Hawkeye brings a hand to the back of his neck, like he wanted to scratch and plumb forgot half-way what he had brought it up for in the first place. And his blue eyes aren't quite fixated on the man, thinking that'd make the fella uncomfortable more so than he already has. What a dolt. What a moron. What a jackass. Running his mouth like he was the only one running in the race-- Hawkeye wasn't sure he felt awful, but it wasn't such a great feeling to be responsible for the line of thought they'd derailed into. "There's really no rule that says you have to."
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Of all the times he wished he could sigh before, now he has to keep the heavy breath in. It was a neat trick he'd found one day he could do- bored and tired in ways a man never should be so near the ever-shifting lines of the front. He couldn't even twist his mouth into a grimace, inconsequential as it may prove to be if he tried. He'd brought this on, and the cornered feeling returned. And he hunched his shoulders some more, the 6-foot-2 of him somehow hoping to look smaller, in a bastard kind of shrug. It wasn't dismissive-- it wasn't about him, and just. Couldn't be anything but open.
"I still haven't," he offered- even and easy and he doubted it'd be suspected as the lie it was. He quits fidgeting with the fabrics and museum things, and he refused to recall the smile that wanted to tug at his lips at the vote of confidence from his new friend. A dwarf!
How wasn't any of this funny? Hawkeye brings a hand to the back of his neck, like he wanted to scratch and plumb forgot half-way what he had brought it up for in the first place. And his blue eyes aren't quite fixated on the man, thinking that'd make the fella uncomfortable more so than he already has. What a dolt. What a moron. What a jackass. Running his mouth like he was the only one running in the race-- Hawkeye wasn't sure he felt awful, but it wasn't such a great feeling to be responsible for the line of thought they'd derailed into. "There's really no rule that says you have to."