Clint choked on another sob, unable to fight back tears as he pressed closer to Phil in an attempt to just hide; to find comfort in the familiar presence and warmth that the other provided. His shoulders heaved as he finally let himself break down completely, his sobs muffled against the fabric of Phil's suit that would no doubt end up soaked in areas from tears and other things--
He'd apologize later. Maybe.
He had no idea how much time had passed since the other had found him, how much time had gone by since he fell into ruin but when he was finally able to think he realized he couldn't stop shaking. The archer felt weaker than he ever had; drained of every emotion possible even though there had been so many raging for dominance before. His hands tightened in the folds of Phil's suit before he slowly pulled back, keeping his head ducked as he made to wipe at his face.
God he hated this. He hated feeling so weak. So broken.
"...Sorry, boss." The words came out empty despite his attempt to sound like himself. It was just too hard.
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He'd apologize later. Maybe.
He had no idea how much time had passed since the other had found him, how much time had gone by since he fell into ruin but when he was finally able to think he realized he couldn't stop shaking. The archer felt weaker than he ever had; drained of every emotion possible even though there had been so many raging for dominance before. His hands tightened in the folds of Phil's suit before he slowly pulled back, keeping his head ducked as he made to wipe at his face.
God he hated this. He hated feeling so weak. So broken.
"...Sorry, boss." The words came out empty despite his attempt to sound like himself. It was just too hard.