Jamie rolled over so he was properly on his knees, facing Clint. His smile was a little wry, "Yeah. I mean, I'm fucked up and sad half the time too. So we'll be fucked up and sad the whole ti--wait. No. Listen, I've always been bad at maths." Another laugh, though this one was definitely at his own expense.
He shifted forward to lay his head on Clint's lap, closing his eyes, "But... But, you know, if it's, like, no. Despite the smiling, if it's no. Keep it anyway. Just in case you change your mind later."