Clint hummed noncommittally. Maybe the little angel was right.
He hoped the boy's Master was understanding that the cuddle was not sex. It wasn't even really about friendship. It was the comfort that a brother-in-arms might offer another before they went into battle.
"Rest, little angel," he said softly. "It'll all be over soon enough. And then you and Nat can go on a smiting spree together."