[Clint lets out a quiet, relieved sigh as he glances down at the bag Joey is carrying. This is fine. He's not dead from embarrassment yet. It's starting to look more and more likely that he'll be able to make it through this encounter--date? Is this a date?--just fine. He offers Joey a sort of self-conscious grin, nodding slowly.]
Yeah. Yeah, okay.
[Clint lets his hands drop to his sides, waiting for Joey to lead the way. There's a group of ducks that seem to be huddled near the edge of the pond for warmth. A few feet away, an empty bench. Most of them seem to be asleep, but if approached, they seem to hear the rustle of the bag and start craning their necks, softly quacking amongst themselves.
He watches one of the ducks start preening itself. What is he doing? What does he want out of this?]
I, um, probably should tell you that I'm divorced.
[Probably not the strongest thing he should've started with, but he wants to lay all his cards out on the table. Have Joey make the assessment. He stares intently at the ducks waddling around, trying to focus on them instead of the words he's signing.]
It wasn't anything bad, it was just...you know. It was nice, at first. But things didn't really work out between us. Not to mention the fact that we were both superheroes and, uh, things like that rarely end well.
[He's hoping Joey can draw the dots between this fact and the implications behind his earlier panic. He really doesn't want to spell it out.]
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Yeah. Yeah, okay.
[Clint lets his hands drop to his sides, waiting for Joey to lead the way. There's a group of ducks that seem to be huddled near the edge of the pond for warmth. A few feet away, an empty bench. Most of them seem to be asleep, but if approached, they seem to hear the rustle of the bag and start craning their necks, softly quacking amongst themselves.
He watches one of the ducks start preening itself. What is he doing? What does he want out of this?]
I, um, probably should tell you that I'm divorced.
[Probably not the strongest thing he should've started with, but he wants to lay all his cards out on the table. Have Joey make the assessment. He stares intently at the ducks waddling around, trying to focus on them instead of the words he's signing.]
It wasn't anything bad, it was just...you know. It was nice, at first. But things didn't really work out between us. Not to mention the fact that we were both superheroes and, uh, things like that rarely end well.
[He's hoping Joey can draw the dots between this fact and the implications behind his earlier panic. He really doesn't want to spell it out.]