Jamie had been twitchy for the better half of -- whatever time it was? Since like, midnight or something, and Clint who usually had a great deal of patience for stuff like that (because he was equally twitchy if not somewhat worse, usually) had started feeling anxious somewhere around twelve ten.
Something was up and Clint did not like it. Because the other shoe always had to drop and Jamie was most likely just waiting for Valentine's day to be over so that he could be a good dude while breaking things off.
So when he'd suggested Clint have a nap, Clint had moved to the nearby armchair to curl up and brood about the inevitable all while absolutely not getting any sleep at all, even if he was more than a little dazed and out of it by the time the other man spoke up.
The whine wasn't really expected, frankly. "--Whaa?"