"Guess I'll just have to stand up for myself more. Before New Mexico, I haven't been on a vacation for years. Can't go on like that. I'm tired, Tash'."

Clint let his lips rest against her temple again, longer this time. With the beloved scent of her hair in his nose and her smooth skin against his it was easier to talk about these things, to talk about weaknesses, knowing there was someone who didn't judge him for it.

"I know where I can do most good, so that's something I won't quit if they don't kick me out. But I can't only live for this anymore. Yesterday and today... We didn't even do anything fancy, yet I haven't felt that alive in quite a long time."