It only took as long as Carson was gone for Clint to get Nate settled on his side, watching his dog cartoon, and sighing as the kid once again asked for a puppy.
"Thanks, doc," Clint replied as he took the drops. He was glad when Nate barely flinched as the drops went in, because Clint himself had always hated it.
"So, what's your stockpile like? Need any help getting beds made up, just in case we get visitors?" It was something to do anyway.