[Honestly?] I don't think winter's going to be my favorite, either. [Which is about what he had figured two years ago, anyway. There's only so much abuse a body can take before it starts signaling at the mind to run away from it all, and the force of nature that is nature doesn't really facilitate that shit. Two years ago he'd also hoped to spend the next winter under heavy wool blankets and three-hundred-sixty-four days ago he'd thought he'd given up that dream for good. Now it was just baiting him. Snowball fights are pretty great and he's jealous for two seconds, three.] Shiro.

[Just three seconds, all together. Being jealous means being aware and that's firmly in the Do Not Want camp, and Hawkeye knows he butchered the guy's name despite it being two syllables long but he swears it ain't on purpose because he's not that kind of guy. Honest. Anyway.] Now don't take this too personally but I think you need t'lay off the sauce. Benches are for sitting. I don't bite and what I've got isn't contagious, no matter what the newspapers say. I promise and I swear on my honor and all that.

[He doesn't want to just be... looked at, y'know? Even if it's with worry especially if it's with worry and oh yeah just one more thing:] But please don't say the word "downtime" again, it's a lot like asking "what can go wrong" and I don't wanna know. I really don't. I'm just here to sleep for six months-- get home-- no, I'm just here to get home and then sleep for six months. Straight. You'll have to excuse my jumbling... mumbling around. [??] I've been drinking.