"...Heh." Jim watches the door shut and hears Clint heading for the stairs. A strange place, with strange people, and here he was--the strangest of all. Jim felt a migraine coming on. He leans against the doorframe, careful of the arm that's bandaged because of the burns. "You deserve so much better, y'know that?"

They both do, Clint and Verity. Jim knows there's nothing he can do and that is a powerfully disheartening feeling.

"For what it's worth, despite, y'know...everything. I think you're pretty great." He's telling the truth, too. "Thanks for bringing food over. Sorry it ended up..." Gestures and trailing off.