[ a good kid. how young is his mother in clint's reality? god, is she billy's age? younger? the rest does sound familiar, though-- she's had a lot of tragedy in her life at home, too.

he hums, tapping his nails against the tabletop, brows knitting as he watches the older man. ]

Okay, well.. [ he trails off for a moment, and his expression smooths out. ] If I can help with anything, let me know, okay? I'm not a healer officially or anything, but I can do a few things. [ if he can believe it, he can usually make it happen. ]