Clint shrugged some. "Hooray for me," he said quietly. Hearing her name, Clint looked at her. He knew the name. Had heard Rebekah and some others mention it a few times. When she offered about helping the rebels he looked down and shook his head. "The people I get close to usually end up dead Elena." Sorrow filled his eyes as his hand drifted to the dog tag under his shirt. He had never found the other one he had given Natasha in the rubble of the prison where she was still probably rotting.
Forcing his thoughts away from his late partner, he looked back at the other vampire. "Clint," he said.
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