Clint had gone back to his room, frowning and looking over the journal. It was definitely made for him, though there was so much more that could have been done, so it wasn't garish. Part of him didn't know why he had taken that moment to bring up the Other Guy, but he figured it would be a good test of how private those things are.
He opened the door and gestured Bruce in. "No time like the present, huh?"