Clint lift one arm up and aorund her, letting her settle in closer to his side and petting his fingers brush through her hair gently, almost petting her. He hated hearing about the injuries, about how much Tim had gone through, but the sniffles he felt welling up could be dealt with later, Maryanne came first and he'd already cried over those once. "That's okay, we can make it work. If we need to we can just stay in the big room, give him and TJ ours for a little while. Or we get someone out who can make us a new room in a few days and have a spare once they're back in theirs. We'll figure it all out."
He smiled and kisser her hair. "I'm sure he'll recover quick, there's good docs and magic and all sorts of things here to help him. And he's got your blood in him, so you know he'll be stubborn as hell." he smiled, so glad that both his wife and son had made it out of all of this alive and relatively alright.