No. It was not good sounding at all. Clint stared at the cushion of the armchair for a moment before offering a little sigh and rolling over fitfully so that he could face the other man -- who, apparently, was very bad at breakups because was he shuffling across the floor? Clint blinked, twisted a little more until he could crane his neck over and look at the other man.
So fucking weird. At least this one would be memorable?
Still, best to get it over with. "It is a pretty crappy day, normally. But at least we had fun, huh?" There was that, at least. Jamie'd been a good sport about it.