His smile disappears. "DC," he says, quiet. "2006. When we took Jasper out, after his promotion."
They'd played miniature golf in black tie. Clint had realized half-way through the first game that he was in love with his best friend and he'd been embarrassingly happy for the rest of the night, looking for a chance to let her know.
"I knew you didn't -- I said it wrong," he says, "then."
Clint sighs. "I thought you knew after you came back from Romania. I told you --," he breaks off, and smiles slightly. "It was years ago, Tasha."
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They'd played miniature golf in black tie. Clint had realized half-way through the first game that he was in love with his best friend and he'd been embarrassingly happy for the rest of the night, looking for a chance to let her know.
"I knew you didn't -- I said it wrong," he says, "then."
Clint sighs. "I thought you knew after you came back from Romania. I told you --," he breaks off, and smiles slightly. "It was years ago, Tasha."