"Right," Clint agreed, tone far away and expression deer in the headlights all at the same time. "The things and whatnots. Totally busy." Still, his eyes (which were keener than anyone else's, for those keeping track at home) were focused solely on Jamie's hands, the way he was digging through his pockets.
This was very much not a break up.
"It's purple," he blurted in repetition, all shock and awe. A pause, and then he grinned, stupid and lopsided and just so Clint. "It's purple oh my godddd."
What? Like he wasn't gonna take it? He totally was.