Clint
That would be why I'm trying to get to know them, wouldn't it.
All his clothes are there. Hammer's gone. Bed's unmade. TV's turned to E!.
Oh, and there's a bottle about a third of the way full that's labeled "Poison: Drink At Your Own Risk", which makes me mildly less into helping him and more interested in crawling into the bed, getting komfortable, and katching up with the Kardashians.