"That's not the point," what the fuck was going on with Clint's childhood that he was the way he was? This was some seriously fucked up shit. But at least he didn't complain further and just started to eat.
He tilted his head one way and then the other until it popped loudly which started to relieve his headache. He must have been sleeping funny or something. Then he put his glasses back on. "I'm going to look around in a bit for an owl to send off a letter to my father. Maybe he can find us and help us figure out what's going on."