"Can't. They're all in the wash." Clint started his reps again, having thoroughly lost count. So, yeah, maybe the workout in the middle of the laundry room was a little unnecessary, but he'd be bored otherwise, and he made dumb choices when he was bored. "I was bored, and I make dumb choices when I'm bored. Figured a workout was better than target practice in the courtyard. You know there's room up here for two, by the way."
A beat.
Clint giggled and crossed his foot over his ankle, before going back to it. "Don't worry, I'll sanitize the table when I'm done."