Away, but not forever. Yeah. Clint got that, he did. And he had to remind himself that this was kind of on him too, and that he probably had no right feeling quite as sad about it as he did because yeah he was losing something too, here, some potential, but not as much as Bucky was.
He'd have to find a way to make this good again. He'd have to do some thinking and soul searching and all the rest, so -- yeah. It was going to be a Clint and Lucky only sort of night at his place, he figured.
"I'll see you," he echoed, watching Bucky wander off and wondering if the guy really thought he'd been cool about it. Because it was like --- it didn't feel like he'd been cool. It felt like maybe the opposite of that.
Well. He'd figure it out. There had to be something that worked for the three of them without anyone being sad or self sacrificing.