[Does he get the feeling of being watched? Yeah, that comes with the paranoid spy territory. He might've felt that way even if he wasn't being followed. It's like a sixth sense, though. But so long as nobody comes at him with an intent for harm, then sure, watch him. Maybe it's an employee who's gonna stop him at the door for his pilfering. Who knows. Who cares.
This woman cares.
And it's strange, because he thinks it an odd thing for a stranger to do, but also because there's the vaguest sense of familiarity. Can't put his finger on it. Nobody he's ever met, he's pretty sure.
The kid takes the bag, and the mother is trying to hold back tears, and they leave, sharing some dumplings. Clint slides his hands into his pockets and watches for a few long moments. As an aside:]
Thanks. I know it's not much, but...
[But it's a day those two get to not go hungry. And he knows how much that means.]
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This woman cares.
And it's strange, because he thinks it an odd thing for a stranger to do, but also because there's the vaguest sense of familiarity. Can't put his finger on it. Nobody he's ever met, he's pretty sure.
The kid takes the bag, and the mother is trying to hold back tears, and they leave, sharing some dumplings. Clint slides his hands into his pockets and watches for a few long moments. As an aside:]
Thanks. I know it's not much, but...
[But it's a day those two get to not go hungry. And he knows how much that means.]