"Boys will be boys, Lisa.." He stretched again, rising to his feet. Slouching over towards his coat out of the desire to move, more than the desire to leave, he hemmed a bit. "But you can't stop everything bad, Lisa. Sometimes, uh, sometimes bad things just happen, even to the nicest of people."

He gestured vaguely towards her, "Like you having to deal with Jackson. Like Clint enevitably getting into a fight with me over this visit, because if you tell him, you know he'll assume the worst. Just like everyone assumes the worst." He wasn't bitter about it - that was the point - but it was irritating to have everything he did dismissed on the basis of him being bad. "And really, what can you do to stop it? The wheels, Lisa, they turn with or without your approval. Things happen."