What's Supposed To Happen Next?

If I was romantic I'd say it was a kiss from Clint bought me round. But I'm not... and it wasn't - it was his knee jabbing me painfully in my side as he knelt down beside me.
I don't care.
He's alive, smiling.
At me.
And there's Sheriff Cole. Grinning.
"What are you grinning at," Clint asks, feeling the back of his head and grimacing.
I want to know, too.
The Sheriff chuckles and Clint's brow furrowed.
"C'mon, Sheriff, spill."
"You saved the day, son. But you aint kissed the pretty girl yet. Aint that what's supposed to happen next?"