"At least," Matt agreed laughing, falling off roofs was no ones idea of a good time, but finding someone who knew what that was like, and who didn't look at him like there was something broken inside him for doing what he did, that was something Matt could appreciate. And sometimes you just had to bond with someone over a shared kind of pain, and turn it into something you could laugh about. He thought maybe if Frank hadn't been quite so intense, or murderous, they could have laughed like this too. But well Frank was Frank and that wasn't going to happen.
But Clint was something else entirely, and Matt was glad that at least here he had the chance to get to know him. Maybe it would have him reaching out back home? But he didn't think the Clint from back home was the falling off rooftops type. But this one was and that was all that mattered right now.
"It's been known to happen," He agreed, moving the mallet quickly across the table to block a well aimed shot that nearly got by him before he stopped it. "What are you thinking? Next score buys the first round?" He teased, knowing full well that no one was actually buying anything here.