"I try to live in the moment and more often end up mired in the past," Clint replied with a soft, amused noise. It had shaped him after all, and there are some things that he just can't escape from.

He chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to her temple. "I know. I don't drink that much when I can help it. Bad memories." And there were some paths that he just didn't want to follow, no matter what happened.

He slides an arm around him, pulling her against his side, oddly intimate but not anymore and that is weird. "Oh well, if you're cooking... I'm still here too. And you know you're welcome here. That won't change."