[ He's been quiet all day, distant, with his hearing aids turned off. The night before was... a mess. He's not doing well and he feels like he's going to explode if he keeps going the way he is, and - well, Natasha's right here. She's always here. He doesn't know who else he trusts more to get his head on straight.
So wherever she is, Clint heads over to her and sits down next to her, curling up against her side and resting his head on her shoulder. His hearing aids are in, now. He doesn't say much, just leeches warmth and comfort. ]
action, day 186, evening probably
So wherever she is, Clint heads over to her and sits down next to her, curling up against her side and resting his head on her shoulder. His hearing aids are in, now. He doesn't say much, just leeches warmth and comfort. ]