[ He shrugs one shoulder, uncomfortable for a second. Of course he has to lie. He can't really tell anyone that an old man beat the crap out of him as a message to some werewolves, can he? But he doesn't want Clint to worry, doesn't want him to share the same level of concern that his dad had. ]
It's okay, it was just some punk kids from another school. [ Smiling a little. ] I actually played a lacrosse game, can you imagine it? But they uh - didn't like it when we won.
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[ He shrugs one shoulder, uncomfortable for a second. Of course he has to lie. He can't really tell anyone that an old man beat the crap out of him as a message to some werewolves, can he? But he doesn't want Clint to worry, doesn't want him to share the same level of concern that his dad had. ]
It's okay, it was just some punk kids from another school. [ Smiling a little. ] I actually played a lacrosse game, can you imagine it? But they uh - didn't like it when we won.