True enough, Clint was the extreme opposite of whatever a sore loser was. He was pretty damn good at losing in most cases. With games, it was all in good fun and in anything else - archery or a fight, it just made him practice more and try harder the next time around. He was a good sport.
But that didn't mean he didn't hang his head dramatically and clutch at his heart when Matt crowed happily over getting a point. "Aw, puck, betrayal!" But it really wasn't. It'd been a solid move and Clint really needed to hold the mallet better.
Yeah. Clint, like, super liked hanging out with Matt. It was decided.