Natasha also stands, collects her shopping from the corner it's been kicked into while Illya turns off the emergency stop. "I'm sure you will." Natasha plans on avoiding him. Maybe not forever, but this was all too much for her, too much of herself given, too much of someone else she's been forced to take on, and while she can't hate him for it, that doesn't mean she has to just accept this all and fold it into her life. She probably should. It would be the mature way to handle this. He knows things that Clint doesn't even know, though. Well, he knows one thing that Clint doesn't even know.

Still, can't change it. Could have been so much worse.

So it won't be forever, because she knows the kind of help he needs, knows the crossroads he's at. She can help there, and if nothing else good comes of this, there's that. When the doors open on his floor, she stops him with a hand on his wrist. "Thank you." For being himself, for being someone she can stomach having this kind of connection with.