Clint didn't notice that he crouched more than sat on the edge of his seat, flashes of his own moments with Loki at the controls of his head crossing his memory. He nodded a little more and pursed his lips.
"Has it always been that way, or...how does that work, anyway? I'm afraid I'm not as knowledgeable about your past as some other S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, and some things don't fit in a file."