Christ, he hated the elevator. It wasn't such a long ride and for the most part, Hawkeye stood still like the adult he was supposed to be. He kept mostly quiet too, humming only every other minute and behaving himself as he played Seeing Eye dog for Guy. They were shown into the room and Hawkeye remarked how much it looked like his, and suddenly felt a little less spoiled, despite the fact that the room was decently different.

He glanced at Mindy for a moment, and could only nod along as she explained what a bed was. What the heck kind of world did Guy come from, if he didn't know what a bed was? If he didn't have one before, he'd understand, but. Scratch that. It was just strange, even years later.

He had moved to grab one of Guy's wrists firmly. He counted.

He slapped the guy on the back, afterwards, though it wasn't too hard. His words, however, were. "Wear a shirt next time, at least. Don't they have winter where you're from?" And he turns to Mindy and nods. "Yeah, sure. I want one of us to stay with him, though. Make sure he gets tucked in. I wouldn't say no to telling him to shower, get that paint off himself."