She hadn't meant to hurt him, even though she didn't really know how she had. That was a problem, relying too much on someone else and taking and taking but never giving back or even making the effort to understand them. What, she asked herself, did she even really know about his past? What he thought or felt? How he acted when no was looking and he didn't have to wear his abrasive attitude like a shield? Maybe it was time to find out, to give him a chance to have someone care about him and actually be his friend, even if he didn't want to let them. It seemed to her that he never really got that chance.
Wanda rose when he did, wincing at the look on his face and feeling remorse. She frowned as she reached for his arm. "Clint," she said softly, "Sorry, it was just a question. I mean, you're usually- you know- strong and can handle yourself alone-" Wanda scoffed at herself and shot him a rueful smile. "I'm not making this any better, am I? Look, I'm glad you're here, I wouldn't have managed since L.A. without you. You know that, don't you?" Wanda really hoped he did, because she was so good at taking people for granted and then losing them. She looked up into his face, apologetic, still holding onto his arm.