She could see he was forcing himself, which only made her sadder. Moving back to him, she sat next to him and kissed his cheek. "I know you mean it, Clint. And I know you'll work on the distant thing.
"I also know this whole tense, forcing yourself thing isn't you. You're usually so sarcastic and you have more confidence than you do now."
She leaned against him and smiled a bit, inhaling his scent. Even if he did smell like sulfur, she still enjoyed it. She never learned a good smell from a bad smell and to her, Clint's smell was good. It meant him.