Once the hospital room door is shut, Clint drops the smile and leans heavily against the frame. He’d been up for sixty hours before Bobbi went into surgery, at this point he’s running on fumes.
“How is she?”
That still doesn’t excuse him completely missing the man leaning against the wall beside the door. Clint leaves his forehead resting against the wood and twists his neck so he can see Hunter. See his blurry outline anyway. Clint is tired.
He should probably punch him. Hunter’s the whole reason Bobbi insisted they go on this psycho mission in the first place. Him and those papers she filed with her lawyer. Clint wonders if Hunter’s gotten wind of that yet.
He heaves himself up into a less pathetic position - difficult, given the beating he took out there - and blinks his eyes a few times so he can get a clear view of the guy he lovingly refers to as “the rat bastard who stole Bobbi’s heart.” (He’s gonna have to amend that to “the rat bastard who broke Bobbi’s heart” soon.)
Hunter’s got his arms crossed and his legs splayed a comfortable distance apart. The way the nurses look at him as they pass makes Clint think he’s been a permanent feature here for a while.
“What are you doing here?” Clint asks.
Hunter’s shoulders hunch forward and his hands clench over his upper arms. His wedding ring catches the light from the florescent bulbs. “I know you lot don’t like me - I know she doesn’t like me - but I just need to know. How is she?”
Clint shakes his head. “No. What are you doing here?” Hunter frowns at him, confused. “Out here,” Clint tries. He tips his head towards the door. “You should be in there.”
Much as he hates Hunter - and there is so much hate there - Bobbi loves the jerk. There’s no one she’d rather see right now than him.
Hunter’s lips quirk in a sad smile. “You must not have heard, mate. Bob’s filed for divorce. She doesn’t want anything to do with me.” He looks away and suddenly seems lost. “You wouldn’t be out here if she wasn’t doing okay. So I’m just gonna … Give me a call - if anything changes. All right?”
Clint watches him disappear around the corner. He never thought he’d be sorry to see the idiot go.