The guy in the tree || Clint & Johnny
Johnny hadn't seen anyone since the fire and he wanted to keep it that way. He hadn't slept since and he wasn't planning on it either, which is why he was sitting out in the yard tossing rocks trying to hit a nearby tree. "Stupid left hand..." He muttered, tossing another rock that flew in the complete opposite direction of the tree. His right arm was in a sling and it probably would be for a while so he thought he may as well learn to use his left hand. Another rock flew past the tree and Johnny grunted, rubbing at his tired eyes. He picked up another rock, squinted at the tree, tongue poking out between pursed lips and concentration and tossed it. Hard. The rock flew up into the branches and a... Person fell out? Johnny raised a brow and stood, jogging over to the guy. "Hey! Hey, you okay?"