( all of a sudden, he realises he might have just misread this entire conversation. all of a sudden, it's gone from being kind of-almost nice, and now bobbi's telling him she's tired. (aren't they all? clint's not sure if he can remember a time when he wasn't tired, not in the way she meansā).
he should get hung up on the fact that she tells him he's important to her, that she needs him and though he hears it, he doesn't really listen to the words. it's a littleā what, rich? for her to say that after everything. (is that fair of him? probably not.) after all the utterances of "I need space" after coming back. "reconciliation was the skrull". bringing him to sign divorce papers on valentine's day.
and then there's "whatever I said wrong". so she thinks he's being shitty with her. )
Jesus, Bobbi. I thought we were having a nice conversation. ( he's not drunk enough for this, he thinks, but he's also not sober enough. he should let it go, they should talk about it after they've slept, or he's slept or something. she'll probably be fine in an hour or two or whatever.
if she'd left it at "you're important to me", it'd be different. he wouldn't really have anything to say to that because he knows that's true. neither of them can refute their importance to each other, even now. but that's not where she leaves it, and it shouldn't bother him (shouldn't it?) but it does.
she looks tired and sad and as done with everything he is, but bobbi's spent so long acting like and saying she doesn't need him or the avengersā. )
Do you get to say that to me? That you need me? 'Cause I can think of half a dozen times when I've told you that I need you, andā. ( he gestures at the space between them with his beer. ) I get told how good I am at running away and told how much I've hurt you. Which is fair, I deserve that and more, butā. ( he pauses, quite abruptly. is quiet for a moment. he's tired too.)
You say you need me and I don't think I know what that means. ( not anymore, anyway.
he'll give her (almost) whatever she wants and needs from him, but the both of them have their limits. that's why they've been doing this for so long. )
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he should get hung up on the fact that she tells him he's important to her, that she needs him and though he hears it, he doesn't really listen to the words. it's a littleā what, rich? for her to say that after everything. (is that fair of him? probably not.) after all the utterances of "I need space" after coming back. "reconciliation was the skrull". bringing him to sign divorce papers on valentine's day.
and then there's "whatever I said wrong". so she thinks he's being shitty with her. )
Jesus, Bobbi. I thought we were having a nice conversation. ( he's not drunk enough for this, he thinks, but he's also not sober enough. he should let it go, they should talk about it after they've slept, or he's slept or something. she'll probably be fine in an hour or two or whatever.
if she'd left it at "you're important to me", it'd be different. he wouldn't really have anything to say to that because he knows that's true. neither of them can refute their importance to each other, even now. but that's not where she leaves it, and it shouldn't bother him (shouldn't it?) but it does.
she looks tired and sad and as done with everything he is, but bobbi's spent so long acting like and saying she doesn't need him or the avengersā. )
Do you get to say that to me? That you need me? 'Cause I can think of half a dozen times when I've told you that I need you, andā. ( he gestures at the space between them with his beer. ) I get told how good I am at running away and told how much I've hurt you. Which is fair, I deserve that and more, butā. ( he pauses, quite abruptly. is quiet for a moment. he's tired too. )
You say you need me and I don't think I know what that means. ( not anymore, anyway.
he'll give her (almost) whatever she wants and needs from him, but the both of them have their limits. that's why they've been doing this for so long. )