#here what if i just hand you this and let clint interject bc tk would not get to finishing his thought before clint had something to say

[parameddic]

@normaltothemax

"You're my friend, Clint. I wanna be a part of your life."

"I just don't want you to get hurt."

What a terrible -- TK blinked, sighing out his frustration. This was something Clint carried with him all the time, actually. It had been partly what had driven Clint in TK's direction when TK had dropped the kid, and in retrospect - looking back on it - he could see how that lined up with this, how Clint felt like there were ... jobs or events or even decisions that only belonged to, belonged with, people who had signed up for them. Not even just people who volunteered but people who had been invited to do it in the first place. TK had never been personally invited.

"Well," he said, voice that same small thing it had been when he'd argued with Clint the first time: "maybe that's kinda shitty of you." He shrugged a little as he said it, too. 'Maybe' was the only word he had about it. Maybe it was shitty. He didn't know for sure, but maybe.

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