Clint wrinkled his nose a little bit but laughed softly at the same time, his hair sticking up at an odd angle as he grabbed on to the branch she was sitting on and swung himself around to straddle it near the trunk of the tree, pretty confident the old limb could hold them both.
If anything good came from his previous bout with disability it was the simple silence the two of them could have. Conversation wasn't really needed anymore and the silence wasn't ever uncomfortable, even if it was one-sided. "If I'd known you were going kitty I woulda brought Lucky." he teased lightly, reaching out to scartch and pet behind one of her ears.