It's overwhelming, and Clint can't really concentrate on Riley's rapid-fire commentary. Even though they're easing out now, without anybody else shooting at them and the circus left far behind. If he strains, Clint's pretty sure he could make out the very blipping edge of color that was the tent. But he has good eyes, most probably couldn't. Instead, he tunes in once Riley's voice lifts up with a question, intently.

"Just left the only place I got." He states glumly, chin resting upon Riley's shoulder. Everything he had is behind them, his brother, his makeshift home, the last things he owns in this world.