#circus daze

“Barney?” Clint stood half in the doorway, the late September chill making him shiver a bit, as the wind picked up. “You still up?” It was late, and he’d just finished up with the last of his chores, when the drizzle that had been falling all day had broken out into a proper all out drenching rain storm, complete with thunder loud enough to rattle windows, and make you think you’re dying when it crashed down. Running through the rain to their little trailer had been a bit of an adventure, and he’d ended up splattered in mud up to his hips.

Clint huffed, taking a strip of bacon from the top, and crunching into it, swallowing around the what felt like shards of glass that had seemingly grown in his throat overnight. “Kay--You wanna do the cats?” Everything tasted kinda. Funny. Not quite all there.