"I . . . ." Balthier trails off and shivers. "I could call in, you know. Get someone to watch this a bit, and we go walk in somewhere warm and warm up? But - that does sound horrible, what happened to Bucky. It's hard too, when something terrible happens to someone, to get the space you need to be hurt by it too, when they themselves are hurt."
Balthier munches on his cookie. The caramel like bit is sort of soft and like a syrup with the heat. "The . . . my father had me arrested. Before I got here. It was a climax of a lot of things. I can point to what happened after I was arrested and say that was bad, but - he was bad before that. I didn't really notice, till I got here."
He taps his fingers on the cup. "You know. I wonder if - Clint sounded like he's wanting to try to do things. You know - not be him and work on his fear of failure. Work on who he is. It'd be the kind of thing that I think is better to not sweep in and just - try to force him to not feel what he's feeling? Even if it's not great, I think he's got a right to try things out. As long as he's visiting his therapist and all."