Possibly it was just Phil. Clint's eyes had been on the man that entire night before Barney had started that fight. Even though he wished he wasn't here to be bailed out -- he knew it wasn't the case. It was just a different sort of bailing out that he knew Coulson would just be more adept to performing with his new military career under his belt and whatever he was recently working on now. He had to be better with a gun then everyone else he had met. The only other person he had asked was one of the other carny's who thought he had been too broken up over Barney's death to put any thought into it.
"I kept on gettin' most of them. Back at the circus my trailer's covered in 'em. People thought I was going crazy." Clint wasn't entirely sure the theory wasn't not sound though. He did appreciate having someone on the outside to keep in contact with until the postcards stopped coming. Just a little bit after the attack. "No, I was more meanin' it woulda been awkward when I got into your house through the window." Clint did not use conventional means of anything. It wasn't in his nature.
He scowled a bit, shrugging. "Can you jus'...Can I jus' have another hug right now?" He wanted to use the excuse that his brother had died and it was really eating him up inside. But he didn't care about Barney. All he cared about right now was that he was there...salvation was right in his grasp. "I doubt you could really help me right now, anyway."
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Date: 2012-09-06 06:39 am (UTC)"I kept on gettin' most of them. Back at the circus my trailer's covered in 'em. People thought I was going crazy." Clint wasn't entirely sure the theory wasn't not sound though. He did appreciate having someone on the outside to keep in contact with until the postcards stopped coming. Just a little bit after the attack. "No, I was more meanin' it woulda been awkward when I got into your house through the window." Clint did not use conventional means of anything. It wasn't in his nature.
He scowled a bit, shrugging. "Can you jus'...Can I jus' have another hug right now?" He wanted to use the excuse that his brother had died and it was really eating him up inside. But he didn't care about Barney. All he cared about right now was that he was there...salvation was right in his grasp. "I doubt you could really help me right now, anyway."