"Yeah, same," Clint remembered having an awful lot of thinly veiled conversations about being depressed with Peter about how naps were save-alls. Which was still not un-true, to be fair. But They were both a little bit past that, too. Sometimes. Sort of.
Clint took significantly less naps these days.
And he also didn't want to think about what would happen if he disappeared. Or if someone else did. Or -- basically any of the bad logistics that had to do with this place. "You know,' he said after a beat and a drink of coffee that basically finished off his whole mug. "We've been here a long time, now. I don't think it's gonna change. We probably shouldn't worry about that."