Clint didn't exactly smile when he saw how quickly Scott devoured his terrible sandwich, but the corner of his mouth twitched up a little. It was good to see him eating, especially since Clint suspected he hadn't consumed much solid food today. Which was part of why he'd brought so many sandwiches in the first place -- he wanted to make sure he friend was covered for a few more easy meals. Clint knew from a whole lot of recent, firsthand experience the area of trying to make food for himself while hungover, and he didn't recommend it even a little bit.
As Scott spoke, Clint took a few bites of his own lukewarm (but still delicious and super classy) sandwich. His mouth was too full to object to Scott's cynicism, although on this night, that was probably for the best. This was the kind of reeling sadness that deserved to be wallowed in for at least a little while, even if they were on a clock. He'd talk sense into him later. For now, Clint was relieved to hear that Scott had something to keep him going, at least.
"Coming out of retirement huh?" Clint lifted an eyebrow. That was definitely good news. "You got your eye on anything you want?"