It's interesting, the way he leans into her touch like that. So subtle. Almost like he's only subconsciously letting himself. And it's funny to think that it's something that is only so familiar to her because she's seen it in some mirror of him a hundred times or more over the years. That he probably has no idea she can see it. She wonders if that's fair. If it matters.

There's a thoughtful look on her face as she considers his question, one hand still gently clasping his arm as the idly traces a slow, circular pattern over his palm with her thumb on the other hand. "The people that are left are really scattered. I was talking to Clint pretty regularly but he's still out on the farm. I was mostly working solo. Helping out with things here and there."