"You weren't always when it came to Clint, were you?" she says without thinking, caught up in the pull of her own sudden irritation and the injured defensiveness she can now hear in his voice, which feels like too little and far too late. It registers a moment later, and her eyes go wide. "Sorry, I didn't...I shouldn't have said that. I didn't mean to."

Rosie sighs, looking away from him and down at the weathered carvings on the table they're sitting at. "Neil was upset for so long after Harry and Guy disappeared," she says, more quietly. "And he's been lonely, no matter what he says to the contrary, and I don't think it's helped that I've been spending so much time with Nick and everyone else." She smiles, small and faint. "No one's been a very good friend to him, me included, and...he deserves one. I just want you to understand that."