Lincoln looked at Clint with a small frown, if only because he never expected these sorts of words to come out of his mouth. If he wasn't feeling so low right now, he probably would have laughed it off and threw some sarcastic and mocking remark back at Clint. "Do you seriously mean that?" he asked quietly instead, maybe proving right here and now that he and Clint really could have a serious heart-to-heart without mocking or sex references involved. That had really been what their relationship before now had been based on, because neither of them really viewed it as anything ultra-serious. They were just having fun. Then Lincoln went and fell in love with Clint, and that when everything started to get complicated in his head and heart. It was when he didn't have his twin sister to lean on when he had most needed her too. If everything had been normal, he would have gone to Emily to talk it all out with her, but this time, he hadn't felt like he could talk to her at all.

He turned his head away again and lowered his gaze to the floor. "Both. He tried to force me, telling me I was a whore who wanted it bad. So, I fought him off and decked him, he got back up and got a right hook in. That's when my friends intercepted. Nothing happened beyond rough groping and he tried to get his fingers in my ass. That's as far as it got before I got him off me. It's just left me feeling like shit, because in a slut-shaming mindset, I deserved this."