[ Clint's grown used to having him around at this point, even if he does kick himself at times for so easily forming a close attachment, but it's reached a stage where if he weren't there then he'd hate it. His constant chatter provides a comforting background noise that he can tune out, but that also keeps him from thinking, and he knows he needs Stiles more than he probably needs him.

But, still, he likes it, likes Stiles, because he's a good kid, and he knows what it's like to be alone in the world, to have to grow up quick, so he prefers to be there for him than to close himself off from it. ]

'Cause the deities know you'd prefer that. You should know better by now that they like to fuck with us. Try reverse psychology next time, see if it works.