”I mean—- yes-“
There was a “but” hanging on the air; he kept it in. “The last time we were together in any capacity you kicked me out without giving me much warning. I just don’t wanna—”
Ruin her life again? Yeah, that’s a good way to put it.
“—get thrown out on your ass again?”
Lois smiled a little wryly, rubbing the back of her neck. “I know. That… wasn’t fair of me. But hell, it wasn’t really fair of you to go murdering me in cold blood, even in a dream, was it?”
The joke is both flat and sharp at the same time, and she winces a bit as she casts a glance at the ground. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t have done that. I want to fix this, Clint, I do. But I don’t know how to make that moment go away.”