Clint sits up. He knows he should try spend less time in bed, He is just so miserable. He had tears in his eyes. He was clearly still scared and messed up from what happened. He just lay there waiting for her to make them something to eat.
"I know... I should get up instead of laying here," He knew he just felt safer in bed.
"Guess i feel safer in bed."

He takes the bowl and begins eating "Thank you ." He was hoping food would help him feel better. He was looking at her "Of course I still love you." He finished what he was eating. He put the bowl down and he kissed her.