Clint read that comment on Matt's lips more than he heard it but he laughed over it anyway, because man it was the truth. "Because you've probably fallen off of about as many buildings as I have," he said it like it was a joke and frankly some days it kinda was. It would almost be good to have purpled knuckles - Clint hardly felt like himself if some part of him wasn't hurting. They were avoiding real things for now though, so he wouldn't ask Matt if he felt the same. And anyway, it'd taken him about a month here to really figure that one out on his own.
"You drink any?" Clint asked, once they were deep into no one scoring on their next round -- his shoulders and biceps getting a decent work out in. It was also pretty nice to not have to keep sticking quarters into the machine to keep the air running, admittedly.