“Since the first time you made dinner for me. That sounds… So stupid, but I mean you like went out and bought things to make something. Mostly because I had nothing edible but it just felt really sweet? Especially because I was supposed to be helping you, not the other way around. God, that sounds stupid please forget I said anything.”
Remy’s face softens, listening to Clint talk, wanting to kiss him before he’s even halfway through, but waiting – waiting because he needs to hear everything Clint’s going to say – and then Clint looks so disappointed in himself that Remy can’t even swoop in for an extra sweet kiss.
“Didn’t know you liked me cooking fo’ you – I t’ought it annoyed you.” Clint was always trying to make excuses for Remy to not cook, after all.