“You know, Clint’s hands may look hard and tired, but I have only ever known them as soft and warm.
And he seems to like to fall asleep on his stomach.
And he has this ridiculous habit of stopping for coffee everywhere we go.
And anytime we need an alias, he likes using names from old Hitchcock films.
And sometimes he doesn’t want to talk, but it almost feels like we can have a whole conversation in silence.
But he can always make me smile, even when I don’t want to, and I always find myself doing the same for him.
Most of all, he likes me to hold him when he is in pain.
But no matter how much pain he is in, he will always do what he can to take away mine. “
Companion piece to this