[ Lucky's tail-wagging becomes just that much more enthusiastic and Clint thinks, thank God, his poor dog isn't sick or dying or anything.
Just ... well, probably sick of him, or whatever. Two totally not at all depressed individuals in this apartment? Yeah, maybe Clint should do more, be more, but since Kate left ...
Well. ]
Nah, I'm not picky. Thanks for picking that up though.
[ Lucky waits eagerly, finally settling down on his hind legs, tail brushing against the floorboards. ]
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Just ... well, probably sick of him, or whatever. Two totally not at all depressed individuals in this apartment? Yeah, maybe Clint should do more, be more, but since Kate left ...
Well. ]
Nah, I'm not picky. Thanks for picking that up though.
[ Lucky waits eagerly, finally settling down on his hind legs, tail brushing against the floorboards. ]
New York. Man, sometimes I miss it.