[It's too bad these laptops don't have read receipts on--Joey would've seen that Clint read the message, immediately closed his laptop, and then lay down on the couch in emotional agony for about thirty-two minutes.
It's not that he doesn't want to talk to Joey, it's--well, actually, that's a lie. He doesn't want to talk to Joey, because he doesn't know what he'll say without screwing it up somehow. It's not like he's had a stellar track record when it comes to dealing with the aftermath of his loved ones falling in harms way due to his mistakes.
(Is that what Joey is to him? A loved one? Christ, Barton, don't even start on that.)
Eventually, his brain rationalizes that he should at least send back a message, even if it isn't some long-winded apology. Clint drags the laptop back onto his chest and begins slowly typing a response.]
i don't think these laptops have auto correct.
i'm doing okay given the fact that i just spent, like, a week dead
<hawkeye>
It's not that he doesn't want to talk to Joey, it's--well, actually, that's a lie. He doesn't want to talk to Joey, because he doesn't know what he'll say without screwing it up somehow. It's not like he's had a stellar track record when it comes to dealing with the aftermath of his loved ones falling in harms way due to his mistakes.
(Is that what Joey is to him? A loved one? Christ, Barton, don't even start on that.)
Eventually, his brain rationalizes that he should at least send back a message, even if it isn't some long-winded apology. Clint drags the laptop back onto his chest and begins slowly typing a response.]
i don't think these laptops have auto correct.
i'm doing okay given the fact that i just spent, like, a week dead
[When in doubt, make a self-depreciating joke.]
why? what's up?