Kind-of-an-OOM: Car adventures!

[hasthehighground]

Clint's not entirely sure how Oswin's gained access to the car she has -- a sturdy four-door sedan.

Whichever way that happened, she has a set of keys and hasn't wrecked it yet. Clint's given it a look-over, including pulling out out of its parking spot and re-parking it in the middle of the lane, and now he's sitting in the passenger seat.

He hands Oswin the keys once she's buckled in.

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[souffle_girlek]

Oswin turns again, already nodding. She doesn't even care how badly her cracks are showing - a hug sounds really, really good.

Her weight is pretty slight, but her grip is tight, and hugging him means she doesn't have to work so hard keeping herself up.

[hasthehighground]

He wraps his arms around her, though he doesn't hold her nearly as tight as she holds him.

"Oof," he says, after awhile, once he figures it's safe to comment. "I do like air, Oswin."

[souffle_girlek]

He is warm, and solid, and alive, and now that she's had a few moments to absorb that, she feels much more stable. Or at least, less like crawling into a corner and shutting down.

"Sorry, sorry." She's not, but still, it's not nice to squeeze someone's lungs out. "Just... nerves. Reeeally not liking the after bit."

[hasthehighground]

"It's okay," he says, once the vibrations against his chest die down. He's pretty sure she's just apologizing for being on edge.

"I'm going to need to get to the medical suite, here." Hopefully she's calm enough to take that okay.

[souffle_girlek]

Her frame suddenly tenses up again, because what, no, no.

"Oh my stars, where, I'm sorry, I didn't even see, I am so sorry..." She's babbling worriedly, her hands fluttering where she was just holding on for dear life, because how did she miss that he was hurt? Of all the self-centered, idiotic moves...

[hasthehighground]

Clint can't help it, when she starts talking a mile a minute-- he laughs, taking a half-step back. "Oswin," he says. "I can't hear a word you're saying, sweetheart."

[souffle_girlek]

Her eyes go wide with surprise, and she blinks at him for a long moment.

Then she squints.

Then she buries her face in her hands, because of course, of course, she really ought to have realized and she is most assuredly the stupidest person on this rock. Since talking into her hands is entirely counterproductive, she looks up to talk to him.

"Seriously?" She's making sure to keep a check on the urge to talk out her sheer frustration at her own idiocy, and making sure not to turn away. "Since the lobby?"

[hasthehighground]

"Since I fired in the car, yeah," he says. "You'll want to get your hearing checked, too."

Clint turns away from her, towards the car. It's ... well. It's a good car. A good car that they've brutally tortured, with the help of some dinosaurs, but a good car none the less. "We should put this back," he says, with a faint laugh, walking towards it. "Maybe no one will notice."

He pockets a couple of the keychains that are lodged against the windshield wipers, before getting in.

They'll be fine. Though after visiting the medical suite, they'll probably get drunk and watch anything but Jurassic Park.