Clint's spirits had been greatly lifted when he got the hearing aids. She was glad. She didn't like him being depressed and in distress, but she'd also gotten to a point where she didn't know how to help him through it either.
She'd just gotten back from a run, and was sitting up on the kitchen counter eating a bowl of cereal. "There's a couple slices left in the fridge." She said, motioning toward the fridge and nodding. Over the past months she'd gotten too used to using a lot of visual cues in her communication with him.