[Clint pauses, offers Joey a reassuring, nervous grin. He digs his hand into the box, takes a handful of oats, and scatters it across the ground before him. A few ducks start pecking at the ground, quacking softly and wagging their little tails. Clint grins, leaning back in his seat.]
I think...I think it's what I want.
[God, why is it so much harder to say that out loud? He glances between the ducks and Joey, an unsure expression on his face.]
Your...uh. Your dad won't be mad, will he? I mean, since he kicked you out of Defiance and all.
[Asking that makes feels like a high schooler, nervously navigating parent-child relationships. But this seems like new territory to him. He pauses for a moment, eyebrows furrowing as he realizes--]
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I think...I think it's what I want.
[God, why is it so much harder to say that out loud? He glances between the ducks and Joey, an unsure expression on his face.]
Your...uh. Your dad won't be mad, will he? I mean, since he kicked you out of Defiance and all.
[Asking that makes feels like a high schooler, nervously navigating parent-child relationships. But this seems like new territory to him. He pauses for a moment, eyebrows furrowing as he realizes--]
Wait, do you have a place to stay?