"Damnit Peg, I'm not sick anymore, I don't need to steep." His protests are going to fall on deaf ears, but he still has to make them, if only for form's sake. Peggy's a force of nature, similar to Laura in the way that she just won't let something go - but while Laura accomplishes her goals with tact, amused chiding, and that look she's so good at, Peggy just crashes through, at least when she's dealing with him. Clint knows he's being a pain in the ass, but after almost a week of feeling like shitty roadkill run over by a semi he's kind of liking being a pain in the ass.

"Right before the ice storm. She's back, she's okay, but she ran out of the house." He's also not saying that she fled the one time he wouldn't have been able to chase after her - the day after the feast, when he'd been sleeping off a terrible hangover he'd given himself after mixing vodka, rye whiskey, bourbon, and whatever foul concoction Baze had had in his own jug. It'd been a coincidence she'd chosen to run then, but it was the worst possible time it could have happened. "She woke up that morning and didn't remember anything - I was looking for her for over a week, and I just kept missing her."