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      @sevenbulletsavior sent a protective prompt, accepting.              “  i’ll be okay. i promise.  ”

      “ look, i don’t know shit about shit but, ” how could anyone be alright after something like that? there was little in the way to make clint miss the quiet of iowa (on the good nights, at least) but new york city certainly was wearing on him. between the violence, would-be thieves, and more serious conundrums he was only happy he wasn’t a police officer. or really, any other civil servant. still, he knew how it could wear you down, take the strongest of armor and slip little weaknesses here and there that would eventually collapse in on itself. “ you might want to take it easy, anyway. ”

      and he wouldn’t press it. maybe she was tougher than he thought ---it wouldn’t be the first time he was pleasantly surprised from initial meetings. maybe she’d seen some shit, too. maybe she was made of stronger stuff than he was. “ you know, so you don’t keel over inconveniently. ”