It was good that Clint had gotten a least a little dozing in although Jamie expected it hadn't been restful. "Cliiiint," he whined again, despite having gotten an answer. He slid off the couch and thudded onto the floor. "It's officially far enough past midnight that it's definitely not Valentine's day," was probably a bad way to open up the conversation, even as he continued across the floor on his back until his head bumped into the armchair.
"Ow," he muttered softly. Alright, he was a bit sleep deprived and he'd had a fair number of drinks earlier in the evening but that had all been part of the Valentine's celebration. This was different. "I just wanted to wait until the holiday was over because I already know it's a very emotional day for you." This was not sounding any better.