Jamie reached up for Clint's hand, smiling a little. Clint seemed... Was he fucking this up? Probably. "Yes, definitely fun. I always have fun with you, even if I end up on the floor lolling about," Jamie laughed, just trying to distract himself from the impending disaster that was about to happen.
"Do you," he paused and huffed a breath, "Do you ever think about getting married again?" He found that he couldn't meet his boyfriend's eyes and god, was the sweating getting worse? He hadn't been this bloody nervous since the first time he played Quidditch and he was sure he was going to get murdered by a rogue bludger just because someone hated his family. He'd been thirteen at the time.