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[jumpthegun]

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[awwnoun]

Yeah, but the rules are different here. [ Clint says, trying to be reassuring. ] You're doing all you can do, man. Don't beat yourself up.

I'd offer to talk to him but y'know, he'd probably listen to me less than he does you. Which is a shocking amount of not a lot, if I'm hearing right. [ He sniffs. ] We got two kids with us right now, otherwise I'd say I could try to go track him down. We're not far from the chapel.

[jumpthegun]

[Kids? Well, damn. Tony hadn't mentioned that. Then again, he wanted to go on a manhunt, anyway.]

No. It's fine. I'll figure something out. Mr. Taylor might be willing to slow him down. What with him having the slimmer chances in this scenario. Just... take care of whomever you've got and take care of Tony, all right? I think he needs it, even if he won't say.

[And god knows John isn't prepared to deal with that dickhead right now.]

[awwnoun]

The kids we've got are Ecks and Al. [ Clint clarifies. Because he considers them both kids. A beat, and then almost sourly: ] And Tony, too, usually. I'm getting the impression you've talked to him, too.

[jumpthegun]

[Ecks and Al are still children, even if they're children who can fight.]

Yeah. I have. [And his tone probably says everything.]

[awwnoun]

[ Sigh. ] Sorry.

[jumpthegun]

Not your fault, Clint. I really don't know what it is, but we can't go terribly long before rubbing each other up the wrong way. That's the fault between me and him. You've got nothing to do with it.

[awwnoun]

He's kind of that way with everybody. [ Clint knows very well. ] I can't count the number of times I've gotten into fights with him over stupid shit. He's - really sensitive, from the uh. Point he's from.

[ God that's weird to talk about. ] It might not be my fault but it still sort of paints our team in a crappy light for you.

[jumpthegun]

So I've gathered. We've had a chance to talk about it a little.

The only person he's painting in a bad light is himself. I know you're not one conglomerate. You lot fight too much for that.

[awwnoun]

I love the guy like a brother, but that doesn't mean I don't want to punch him in his face when he gets like this. I get it, anyway.

I guess I'll go talk to him.

[jumpthegun]

[Yes, go talk to him. And discover why you should be pissed off at John.]

Maybe give it a bit. Good luck, mate.