Clint was looking at her. He lay there. He wasn't sure if she was making much sense. He wasn't sure how somebody could not know what love was. Even if they were an assianian.

"I don't know what I would have done without you either, And I know I couldn't foregive myself If I was the one that killed you." He lay there and fiddled with her hair.

"Yeah a walk would be great , staying in bed is dull , But we will have to check with the nursed when we do," He knew she had been quite badly hurt.
He hugged her carefully and lay there.
"I.........," he was thinking for a bit. "Its not something I can be sure of, But Loki seemed sure you feel that way about me.' He curled up.