The Mind is for Seeing, the Heart is for Hearing
The same eye flick, but no change in expression. If Phil didn’t know any better, he’d say the kid hadn’t heard him at all.
Hadn’t heard...shit. Did he know any better?
“So I collect Captain America trading cards,” Phil went on, careful to keep his tone and manner exactly the same, going with his gut. At worst, the kid would think he was a dork and let his guard down. “Action figures, too. I’ve got the whole ’88 reproduction line and a lead on some of the original comics.”
Tasha let out a soft, pained moan, as good as a full-fledged scream for her and Clint pressed his own palms ever more firmly against his ears, blunt nails digging painfully into his scalp. That voice...the sound of it...he couldn’t think...
“Yes, entertainment. A game, I think. Miss Rushman...I see you’re holding a gun. Naughty girl, you really shouldn’t be playing with those sorts of toys. What if you got hurt?”
Tasha moaned again, curling around herself, visibly shaking.