The red handprint on Dustin's cheek hadn't faded away.

Dustin smiled as he replied, "No."

"Your cheek might not be hurting, but your heart is hurting, right?" Natasha raised an eyebrow. "Since it's come to this, you should just let her go. Why torture yourself like that? I'll take care of you instead. Wouldn't that be great?"

"I'm a grown man. I can't just rely on a woman for a living, don't you think?" Dustin scratched his head.

"So what if you rely on a woman for a living? That takes skil