Oh this was bad. This was very bad. Watching Wanda right then was a lot like watching a game show wheel being spun, only instead of there being even a hint of a prize there was instead a range of increasingly unsettling emotions rearranging all over her face. The wheel finally settled on heartbroken and Clint immediately regretted even spinning the damn thing in the first place. See, see! This is why getting a promise like that from a woman is and always will be a lie. The whole I won’t be angry! No matter what you say! was just plain BS. It was something that could only lead to disaster in the end. My was he ever in a pickle. There she was getting all weepy now and he was just sitting there with a foot in his god damn mouth. Now, did she have any other promises for him tonight?
“No, no, look-I didn’t say that. I didn’t call you anything like that.” This was almost an un-winable battle now. It was like trying to fire a gun without any bullets. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean things that. Wanda, for godsakes, that.. fuck. I don’t think of you that way, alright?” He paused then looking more anxious as the seconds rolled by. “Fuck. I’m sorry! Ok? What can I say here? You turned me into- look you’re not a freak.” God, this was just embarrassing. Was he rambling now? Would she just fucking say something and stop giving him that poor little fucking puppy look? Fuuuuck!!