"Or there's some other good reason I didn't tell you. Too dangerous. I didn't remember." He swallowed uneasily at that last. Clint still had nightmares about people getting into his head. He started to tap on the table in a simple rhtyhm that normally would be played out with an arrow, an old nervous habit.
"How are they?" He kept tapping on the table, but looked to Natasha. "Laura and the kids. How's Nathaniel? Are Cooper and Lila okay with the changes?"