[ Unfortunately - or maybe fortunately, who knows - Clint decides he is going to take a shower for like half an hour. The warm water, the steady pressure - the fact that he gets to shave? It's glorious. He wants to sleep in this shower. Maybe live in the shower. That'd be so fine with him.
Eventually he gets out. He puts on clean clothes, and drags himself down the stairs. Slowly. He looks a hell of a lot better, but he's still kind of haggard, definitely thinner than he used to be. His movements carry kind of sickly tired that comes from a remembered chronic pain and from malnutrition. Life sucked in Norfinbury.
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Eventually he gets out. He puts on clean clothes, and drags himself down the stairs. Slowly. He looks a hell of a lot better, but he's still kind of haggard, definitely thinner than he used to be. His movements carry kind of sickly tired that comes from a remembered chronic pain and from malnutrition. Life sucked in Norfinbury.
He's glad to be home. ]