Clint hadn't really left his apartment in a few days now, his self-loathing reaching near-sad levels at times. But he could tell Maryanne was in a bad mood and he decided he needed to repay her for trying to get his mood up. He didn't really know where she was but knew she spent a lot of time at the pub and it seemed as good a place as any to start, and this time he got lucky. He couldn't help the small grin that came to him when he saw her there, between the shirt she wore and the book laying over it he knew she'd been thinking about him and it was a nice feeling. One he hated to admit he didn't get often. He bit his lip as he approached the table, not wanting to surprise her but still a little unsure and uneasy about how to interact with people now. "Hi." he tried, the small word simple enough he figured he could manage it, though it came out a little bit too loud and abrupt-not that he realized.