[There's something callous and snarky that catches on his tongue, about the things he has done to Clint before, but that apparently getting really emotional and magical about it is somehow a step too far--and swallows it back down.

Let's try that again.]

We can at least call it a day and have a little time to recoup. Appreciate that you don't wanna fuck up my day more than I've already fucked it.

But... [Once again, the danger in having a chance to know, and knowing he probably shouldn't ask.] What do you think would happen if you were that upset in front of me?