Carson, as one would probably expect, had been focused enough on work that he hadn't noticed at first just how bad the weather was getting. The snow had been bad, yes, but he hadn't realized just how bad.
And then he'd looked out a window and quickly realized that neither he nor Kyle would be going anywhere. They could probably still struggle their ways home, but that'd only be if they left in the next twenty minutes or so.
Any thought of that went out the window when Clint walked through the door. "We're more than not busy right now," he said with a wry smile. "So come on, bring him this way, tell me what's going on aside from the whole 'puking in dad's truck' thing."