"That's a name with some ghosts," she says, her voice heavy. Luckily she's able to stop there, and pull herself back. "Alexei it is. Illya and Natasha are-- they're always going to be there waiting for us. Nice to be someone else for a while." Which he must know. Which he clearly does know. Which even Solo and Gabby must have seen, if they're trying to give him a way out, a way to recreate himself. Maybe the twist of universal fate is that everyone gets a Clint in their lives, that everyone gets the chance. Good.

She sighs, a restlessness in her now that the name Alexei is rattling around in her mind. She's scared of what might pop out. She's given up so much, but there are still things she has no desire to share with anyone. Ever. "You think they'll like each other? Alexei and Natalie?" Talk about anything. Anything to fill the silence. Please.

His free arm is close enough for her to reach, and she turns his wrist so she can check the time on his watch. His father's watch. That's a lot of pain and conflict to keep so close day in and day out.