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“yeah? lucky to have a mom who knows magic to put in the soup to make you better.” on the edge of nate believing such stories at not, some tended to be hit and miss these days but clint tried to keep the magic alive as long as possible. ruffling the boys head on moving +

errands ran has clint slipping back into the house not long after the eight year old had taken seat at the table with bowl of soup under watchful eye on his mom. “hey buddy.” route into kitchen and directly small boy. hands resting on the either shoulder, leaning down to +

this time as nate drifts off to sleep clint has remained with him for a short about of time. having been woken by laura later clint has slipped from the boys grasp. tucking nate into covers before dipping out of the door. either parent would be in calling distance when needed.

“let’s watch sonic the hedgehog, see if we can’t watch all three movies in one day.” movies so well played in the house if and when nate is to fall asleep nothing would be missed nor needed to be rewatched. even if the film more annoyed the archer than it should. planting +