Right... Right, the sickness. Nasty but normal. Everything was normal, Natasha was okay... Her and the baby... Getting more awake by the second, Clint quickly realized that he wasn't doing well today with that whole distancing-himself from something that wasn't even a baby, not yet. Maybe it would fade when that pile of bad emotions choking him from his dream would fade, but right now he was just fucking thankful that things were okay. More or less, as much as could be with Natasha feeling sick again...

Oh, right. He quickly let go off her, just carefully caressing her shoulder and arm now, in case she had to go for her bucket quickly, and closed his eyes with a shudder. Everything okay... They were doing good, better than in the whole last days to be exact. No reason to panic.

"Thank you."

He felt a little sick himself right now, but he could feel it slipping away, and it was thanks to Natasha he hadn't had to face even more of these pictures that had already sunk back into oblivion. He was awake enough now to regret that she hadn't gotten more rest in fact.

"Sorry I woke you."