"You'd be a shitty boyfriend if you'd spent the night with people instead. I would understand Natasha, though." Because they both love her in their own way. She's someone he would trust to share a bed with Clint without question.

"I don't know if there's a good way to be a boyfriend about this. I don't think any couple counselor would be able to untangle what was done to us." He shrugs and gently rests his foot against Clint's under the table. "We're figuring it out."