[Clint nods. It's not very heroic, no, but everyone does what they have to to get by. Maybe by the time he got back to the city, he would've felt bad about it and donated a lot of it. But he still would've pocketed a bunch to sell off on the street then instead. Altruism's great, but it don't pay the bills. And if he didn't get trapped in that office, it would've been someone else looking to do the same thing or worse.
But the question raises a question of his own. Because Frank was clearly not there for the potential cash prize. And the rifle he had slung was--not good for up close and personal business, for sure, but maybe that's just what he had on him, like Clint lost the sword.
He tips his head as his hands cradle the mug to let the warmth seep in.] You?
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But the question raises a question of his own. Because Frank was clearly not there for the potential cash prize. And the rifle he had slung was--not good for up close and personal business, for sure, but maybe that's just what he had on him, like Clint lost the sword.
He tips his head as his hands cradle the mug to let the warmth seep in.] You?