"I'm glad you approve then," he said voice pitched quietly because he was exhausted. But he was happy that his performance had been gold-medal worthy. That was nice to hear. When Bobbi drew near, Clint couldn't help but wrap his arms around her and pull her in close and press up against her. Even though he was ready to pass out he couldn't help his hands from stroking her arm.
The cat joined them, finally, on the bed after it had stopped moving and curled up next to Clint, on the other side of him and stretched. Not before giving Clint a look that said he was annoyed and that their antics were cutting into his sleep. Clint paid the cat no mind and focused on Bobbi.
"Thanks. I will," he said with a smirk, making note but saying nothing about the fact she had bought him food and had a shirt for him waiting. Not expecting this, his foot! But Clint didn't need to rub it in and merely basked in the moment quietly while he held his wife in his arms.
"I appreciate it. We should get some sleep. We only have to be up, now, in two hours for work..." Clint pressed a kiss to Bobbi's temple. "Although I could be persuaded to stay up a little longer..." He remarked jokingly, as if either of them were in any state for another romp soon soon after their last. "I could be cajoled..."