Private
Everyone keeps asking what I need. You know what I need?
[As he's told nobody.]
Someone to hit me really hard. Beat me up. Break everything. And if that doesn't change the world back, fuck me until I forget the fact.
Some grieving husband huh.
[He'd been faithful, all these years. Even though Clint the agent and the Clint with a family had always stayed so separate as to be different people. Even though the opportunity had not only presented itself, but could have gotten him out of a few scrapes on the job.
But now of course he can only remember in bits and pieces and in theory.
And maybe that's better…
And thinking that is also what's driving him crazy…]