"Have you seen a kid come in here?" the man asked the man at the counter. "He's eight, wearing a bow tie?"

The man pointed towards Clint, remembering seeing the kid go in that general direction.

"Blaine?" he asked, as he walked in the direction the clerk had pointed. After a moment, Blaine slowly moved out from where he had been hiding. "What are you doing?" his father asked, before looking up at Clint. "He hasn't been bothering you has he?"