Flirting

Accepting the pills from Angel, Clint looked up at her quickly. No one had called it "depression" out loud before. Was that really accurate? Was he really depressed? His gaze fell. He knew it was true. How he'd gotten to this point, he didn't know, but it felt like a never-ending pit of despair. 

He nodded numbly at her instruction. "Yeah, okay." He'd come back so she could check the wound - the last thing he wanted was to be totally out of commission. He slid off the table and aimed for the door. Almost there, he stopped and glanced back at her, opening his mouth to say something, but then changed his mind. Instead, he simply left and walked back home. 

Once inside, he realized it was quiet. Either the kids were napping, or Jade had them again. It only took a quick glance to see it was the latter. Seeing Wendy on the couch, he went to her and sat down next to her, leaning over so his head could rest on her shoulder. "I'm sorry," he apologized softly. "I feel like I'm no good for anything right now."

His hand slid over to take hers. "You won't give up on me, will you?" Maybe it was a stupid question, but he had just about given up on himself, so her doing the same didn't seem that far-fetched. 


Mick sighed and nodded at Rosetta. She was right. Unless Clint wanted help and wanted things to change, there was little anyone could do. 

He tossed his banana peel in the trash before walking to Rosetta and pulling her close for a hug. Looking down  at her, he smiled, his eyes twinkling. "Have I told you lately how much I love you?" He cocked his head and came closer to kiss her lips softly. 

"I would dearly love to just stay inside with you the rest of the afternoon," he admitted, chuckling. "But I gotta finish up what I started in the barn."


Sam's comment about choking almost made Hal choke, himself. He blinked and looked at her, but her eyes had dropped. There was no denying it now... she really was flirting with him. Seriously? Maybe she wasn't doing it intentionally.

His thoughts were broken as she complimented the food, and a new smile emerged on his face. "I'm glad you like it. Don't forget, you did half the work by catching these." He took another bite and nodded. It really did taste good tonight. 

Conversation was kept light, sometimes reverting back to work, but Hal tried to keep the subject elsewhere for once. After their meal was finished, he cleared off the table and put leftovers in the fridge before filling the sink with soapy water. "Won't take but a couple minutes to get these washed," he commented, with his back turned. "If you wanna scout out my movie collection in the living room, feel free."