Clint didn't really know all that much about the other version of himself, but frankly what he did know made him sound like he was kind of a dick. It was no wonder that he wasn't getting invited to shit in his place, they were completely different people.
So was Matt in some ways -- but there were some similarities too. Clint one hundred percent appreciated his sense of humor, though either way. There weren't all that many people he could joke about falling off of buildings with.
"That's exactly what I'm thinking," he said, stopping the puck in mid move and volleying it back Matt's way. "I'd say a shot for each point too but. You know. We're adults." Or were they? Clint peeked up, playfully curious.