25 Unicorn Street, Sunday Morning

[so_hawkward]

Clint was almost always glad to miss out on island craziness, but he was especially happy after listening to the radio today. He couldn't think of anyone he'd lost that he'd actually want to see again, which was probably sad and depressing, but he didn't mind. He was much happier focusing on the people he still had, which today meant stopping to get bagels and coffee on the way back from his morning run.

"Hey, I'm home!" he called out when he got in. Hopefully, the dogs would avoid his sweatiness and he wouldn't have to dodge them with coffee in his hands.

[Open for calls or whatever!]