[She has to feel what she feels. How could she not? To put so much change and so much love into a few short days, to have it ripped away again, another chance at happiness dashed. Five years on, and Clint had nowhere near worked through his grief. If he could have simply reached out and changed reality, if he could have changed it all with a though, if he'd had the power to bring them back--

She has to feel what she feels, because there is no other way to feel.

He smiles at her, sad, sorry, but also happy that she got to experience that. Places an arm around her to pull her in.]

Ten's a good age. Too young to start on the rebellious teenage shit, old enough to have grown out of some of the more precocious childhood shenanigans. Get in trouble, but it's not crayons on the wall trouble, and it's not denting the car trouble.

[He's gonna be damn near sixty by the time Nate goes through that. Hopefully he won't be as troublesome as his middle-namesake.

There's a question that he's circling, though, and it feels...shitty. But now it feels real pertinent.]

You ever try bringing them back again? All of them? [Surely she doesn't need a whole town under thrall to conjure up Vision and Tommy and Billy. Right?]