"Like an asshole?" he asks, quirking a smile at her. It's fleeting. "Yeah, uh."
He takes a sip of water. "The place I've been leading security for got attacked," he settles on, as a starting place. "By an alien," he adds, and he realizes belatedly that's not weird to Oswin probably, but that's weird to him. "He, uh -- wanted to take over Earth. And figured I'd be pretty helpful. So he used this--"
Clint swallows, throat dry. He looks down at his water bottle, but doesn't drink anymore of it. "He had something," he says, quieter. "It got in you, and it... re-aligned your perspective." He laughs, quietly. "Nothing mattered, except what mattered to him. And what could... be useful to him."
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Date: 2015-08-01 07:18 am (UTC)He takes a sip of water. "The place I've been leading security for got attacked," he settles on, as a starting place. "By an alien," he adds, and he realizes belatedly that's not weird to Oswin probably, but that's weird to him. "He, uh -- wanted to take over Earth. And figured I'd be pretty helpful. So he used this--"
Clint swallows, throat dry. He looks down at his water bottle, but doesn't drink anymore of it. "He had something," he says, quieter. "It got in you, and it... re-aligned your perspective." He laughs, quietly. "Nothing mattered, except what mattered to him. And what could... be useful to him."