mental link;

[cognitived]

PRACTICAL if we're gonna win this one, some of us might have to lose it.	RESILIENT do you know what it's like to be unmade?
SKILLED if i miss, it means im just another dude with a bow.	DETERMINED this is monsters and magic and nothing we were ever trained for.

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[shiro2hero]

[There is a definite impression of hey at the hand fluffing his hair around. Excuse you, Clint, he works very hard on that look. So much dish soap involved.]

[But it's funny. How this makes his eyes droop. His head lean forward on his chest. Like he's letting something go.]

(Hilarious. You should go for stand up comedy.)

[cognitived]

[ Don't take yourself too seriously, kid. There's a definitely smug impression, but okay, okay. Nothing but Clint's mind, fractal edges smoothed by shadow, by something soft and comfortable. Wordless, formless, it's ok in the way their minds curl together.

That's it, let it go. ]

( I'll save you a front row seat. )

[ Laughter, softly teasing. ]

[shiro2hero]

["Don't take yourself too seriously" is like trying to tell him to take a nap. Nine and a half times out of ten, it won't work. But this time feels different. This time, he's starting to nod off. Just by virtue of someone being there and accepting what he's trying to say.]

[There's no fight.]

[Not here.] (Good. Wouldn't want to miss it.)

[Boy you're going to go the fuck to sleep aren't you.]

[cognitived]

[ Well, Clint's got no problem with being an exception to the rule. If anything, he draws Shiro further under the feather-shadow-protection curl of his mind. Acceptance of Shiro, of the moment, written in easy, unthinking thought. This isn't lullabies and cradling arms, like putting his kids to sleep. Nor is it the silent, unmoving sentinel with first watch. It is, instead, something of both -- the faint, here and gone impression fingers carding through hair, the steadfast notion of I'm here, you're safe, you can rest.

No verbal answer, simply the quiet, certain ushering of another toward sleep. ]

[shiro2hero]

[Usually, he's the one to do this. The one to be firm and strong, to stand guard for everyone else. Being vulnerable like this for someone else... around someone else... it's new. Even with Sam. This is like something he'd never had. Something he'd lost before he even found it.]

[And so he sinks into it. Gratitude etched in every bone like lightning flowers.]

(Thank you... Clint.)

[cognitived]

[ Funny when you find yourself in another's shoes, huh? Return the favor later kiddo -- though Clint certainly doesn't think of it as a favor all told. Vulnerability scooped up and held close, shielded from the rest of the world. Familiar, in a way.

So the gratitude sparks and gleams, thrumming through flesh and blood and bone, and Clint simply curls Shiro's mind closer. ]

( You got it, Shiro. )

[ He doesn't even bother playing at gruff, it's all fond now. He waits, patient and soothing, until he can feel the edge of sleep sweeping over, starlit, and he keeps watch, the feather-shadow-nothing to see here curling of his mind keeping Shiro's mind shrouded from the rest. ]