( wanda doesn't wait to hear his response, knowing from the flow of his emotions and thinking what his answer already is. it's a little rough, taking him in like this, shaken and shattered in a way that she hasn't equated clint with being like. so, she rings up his items, bags them, and just tells him how many joolies he has to pay.

she ties a neat bow on the plastic bag, handing it over to him after he's paid. )

...I'm just letting you know, I'm not — I'm actively trying not to listen to your thoughts.

( (because she had caught on the sentiment of feeling small, and she hates it. she hates that he feels that way, that she knows he feels exactly that way.) )

I don't know what happened that got you like this, and I don't know if I want to know. But you're still Clint to me. You never abandoned me, and you always looked after me. That's who you are to me.

( wanda isn't good at comforting others, or at saying the right things, but she hopes that much helps him, for now. )