[Laughing, even the dark chuckle that he wants to do in the wake of Mr. Punisher's very fair assessment of the whole god damn situation, hurts like a son of a bitch, and he can't rightly get a nice full intake of air at the moment, so a barely-there huff will just have to do. Raises his refreshed mug.
Yeah. Cheers indeed. Fucked and double fucked.]
Gonna try to figure it out. [In case that was ever in doubt. But survival has to come first. And Clint's doing a shit job of that so far.] Could've left me.
[He does not say should've. But maybe there's a part of him that thinks it.]
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Yeah. Cheers indeed. Fucked and double fucked.]
Gonna try to figure it out. [In case that was ever in doubt. But survival has to come first. And Clint's doing a shit job of that so far.] Could've left me.
[He does not say should've. But maybe there's a part of him that thinks it.]