Sure, Clint was an optimist. Sometimes. Other times, not so much -- but usually only when it had to do with himself. This situation was fine. Totally cool.
"I don't mind hanging for a bit," he said, sitting up and pulling a knee underneath himself which made him look a little eager, probably. "Check out your closet and I'll tell you what kinda sweet outfits the hotel hooked you up with."
It wasn't really necessary, there was probably nothing outlandish in there and no way for Matt to clash, but it was nice to feel a little useful for once.