Wordlessly she helped him gather his things and followed him up the path from the beach and to the house, finding herself again relieved at how this was going. Of all the scenarios she'd gone through in her head, rational discourse with Clint hadn't seemed like a very likely outcome. She still wasn't completely convinced.
Inside they deposited the gear in the equipment room and then headed for the study. Wanda fell into a chair and glanced out the windows at the view of the ocean beyond. "Okay," she began, her eyes still on the windows. "Say whatever you want to, get it off your chest." Her gaze swiveled to meet his. "I won't get upset, I promise." Probably a necessary way to start any of their conversations.