... well, that's -- not what he was expecting.

It takes Clint a moment to get his metaphorical feet back under him, brow furrowing with confusion.

"Yeah, I know." He pauses, and considers this statement. He's been married, he's aware it's not sufficient. "I love you too. Why --" are we talking about this sounds a little harsh for what he means. "Did something happen?"

Slight smile, teasing: "You're not dying, right."