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“You’re worried.”
Clint doesn’t answer, but it wasn’t a question. Matt can sense his worry: the silence, so unusual for him, screams it so hard it’s deafening, the arms pressed tight around him burn it on his skin.
“You think I should stop, like Foggy? Let the police take care of it?”
“No,” Clint murmurs. “I wish you could, but… this city needs you. It needs Daredevil. Maybe one day you’ll be able to stop, but not right now.”
“But do you want me to?” Matt keeps on asking.
Clint kisses his shoulder. The silence is an answer in itself.