Clint wasn't a huge fan of the holidays. It'd been Christmas time when he'd arrived and now he'd have to suffer through another one. Finding his dead father hadn't helped the fucking situation any. Running a hand through his hair, he grabbed his coat and headed out of his hut and into the cold night. The day were short and the nights were long and the sun seemed to never be out. Sighing, he wondered if Astoria would be there when he picked up Emmeline. He probably should see if she wanted to go. The rift between them seemed to be widening by the day and he couldn't quite understand why.
Crunching the snow under his boots, Clint glanced up when he heard Em's voice. Poor kid. With Ab dumping her and the fact that she was high strung as fuck... he figured the least he could do was make sure Astoria's friend was doing alright. That, and he actually liked hanging with her. Poker was more fun when she was around.
"I'm sure you were," he said, slinging an arm over her shoulders and directing them towards the pub. "However, this wallowing? Completely unattractive. He's not worth it."