It's an absolutely terrible decision, and for a moment Sam's so pissed off at Clint just running off that he doesn't immediately follow him.
Guilt eats at him when he knees down next to Psii's body, angry with the fact that he knows he probably doesn't have long before the clean up crew will arrive, that he doesn't know what kind of burial rituals Psii has. And then decides fuck it, they're in the catacombs, the least Sam can do is give Psii some kind of burial. He's already covered in the yellow of Psii's blood and brain, it's not like getting a little more on him while he carries the body.
When Sam's done - he's calmer, though he doesn't feel less guilty. And there's nothing more he can do here, so Sam pushes himself up to his feet and heads off after Clint.
Clint is still his partner, and it's been long enough since he stormed off that Sam's starting to worry. Part of him was sure that Clint would come back before long, maybe for round two, maybe just to pretend like it hadn't happened, but he'd been sure that he'd come back.
When Sam finally tracks him down, he realizes why he hadn't, and the fear and adrenaline that'd faded in the time since the fight comes shooting right back.
"Clint!" he shouts, picking up the pace and flying towards him at a run, zapping off one of the wolves getting a little too close to him with his own wand.
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Guilt eats at him when he knees down next to Psii's body, angry with the fact that he knows he probably doesn't have long before the clean up crew will arrive, that he doesn't know what kind of burial rituals Psii has. And then decides fuck it, they're in the catacombs, the least Sam can do is give Psii some kind of burial. He's already covered in the yellow of Psii's blood and brain, it's not like getting a little more on him while he carries the body.
When Sam's done - he's calmer, though he doesn't feel less guilty. And there's nothing more he can do here, so Sam pushes himself up to his feet and heads off after Clint.
Clint is still his partner, and it's been long enough since he stormed off that Sam's starting to worry. Part of him was sure that Clint would come back before long, maybe for round two, maybe just to pretend like it hadn't happened, but he'd been sure that he'd come back.
When Sam finally tracks him down, he realizes why he hadn't, and the fear and adrenaline that'd faded in the time since the fight comes shooting right back.
"Clint!" he shouts, picking up the pace and flying towards him at a run, zapping off one of the wolves getting a little too close to him with his own wand.