She wished she could make him believe it, wished she could absolve him of all the guilt he felt for things that had been beyond his control, but she knew it was no use. Maybe some day he would come to believe it, but she knew Clint’s way of blaming himself for everything, and if that day ever were to come it would be a long time from now.

“I will always believe in you,” she said, closing her eyes a moment and taking a deep breath. “And I will always fight for you.” Even if it meant fighting his inner demons. When the train pulled to it’s next stop she raised her head and gave his hand a tug. “This is us.”