Clint was pretty much the absolute worst with paperwork. He'd had to coax Coulson into helping him with all of it for this approval business, and he was pretty sure he'd only managed in the end because he had some kickass and influential references.

They had to do some trial visits first, of course, to make sure both he and Blaine could handle living in the same space, so he was there to pick up Blaine for the weekend. He'd stopped by to visit a few times when he could, just to make sure Blaine was doing okay. He knew what group homes could be like, but Emma seemed a hell of a lot better than anybody who ran the homes he and Barney had been in back in Iowa.

He wiped his sweaty palms on his thighs before knocking on the door, chiding himself for feeling so nervous.