I like to think of them as OUR arrows

Matt's body responded to Kate's touch. His back arched when her hand found his lower back, and his head tilted into her fingers when they cupped his cheek. Matt wasn't starved for touch from his loved ones, but he always craved that contact. It was definitely one of his love languages along with acts of service. Her skin felt soft against his own hand as he lightly brushed her cheek. He could feel the warmth of the sun on her skin, the faint stray hairs that had escaped being pulled back. It was a face he'd memorized by now but one he didn't think he could ever get sick of sensing.

"No, I understand. It is different in some ways. One less thing to hold back." They had danced around these feelings for months. At first he hadn't wanted to admit to having them, and then he hadn't been certain what the right thing was to do about them. He licked his lips and gave her a small smile. A confident once that, despite his nerves, he managed, because he did know that this moment right now didn't feel wrong. "You're right, though. In the ways that matter, nothing's changed." She was still his partner and friend. He just couldn't mess this up.

A beat, his head suddenly raised and tilted. He let out a small sigh and said, "Dinner's about to be ready, they're calling the kids to finish setting the table. ... I'm gonna guess that this isn't appropriate dinner conversation. What just happened." Clint was gonna kill him when he found out.