Clint and Tammy – the brokenhearted
"Are you crying? Was he really that bad?"
Tammy gave a watery chuckle." No, no, not at all, he was... he was just really nice to me."
Clint moved into the room and sat in the seat Steve had just vacated. "But you have been crying?"
Tammy nodded. "I have a bit of a broken heart, and he let me cry it out." She looked chagrined. "On his shoulder. For the whole time he was in here."
"Wow" Clint said. "That's not the usual reaction women have around him."
Tammy shrugged. Clint studied her. "Can I give you some advice?"
"Sure."
"If someone broke your heart, you need to get revenge." Clint said plainly.
Tammy looked shocked at this suggestion, so Clint continued. "Best way to do that? Be awesome. Seriously. Get out in the world and do everything you ever wanted to do, but held back on because of that person. If you want to travel, then travel- and that's something I highly recommend. If you want to start your own business, find a way to do it. If you want to cut your hair short and dye it pink, hell, why not?
Tammy's lip was quivering, but she was trying hard to contain herself. Clint patted her on the hand.
"Live your life on your own terms. And most importantly- don't give that douchbag another thought. He's not worth another second of your time."
Tammy nodded, but her thin veneer of control crumbled and the tears started falling again.
"C'mere" Clint said, putting his arm around her. For the second time that night she cried on a strange man's shoulder.
As awkward as it was, Clint decided that it wasn't the worst experience he'd had thus far. He still liked her way better than the Hipster.
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Author's notes: There was a lot of speculation on how Clint would handle a crying woman. He is, of course, a gentleman. And his advice is great, don't you think? Thanks for reading!