Of course there were going to be differences - Clint wasn't the one from her world, and he could never be, not even if he tried. Just like she couldn't be his Natasha. But -- well. He liked to think that they could still get along. He had to think that. Because it'd be too unsettling to think that they couldn't.
He watched her mouth when she spoke, even though he had his hearing aids in (and really, they were probably hard to miss because he hadn't been able to resist the bright purple ones) and the batteries were working just fine. It was just habit now, really.
"Yeah, it's decent," he agreed with a shrug before stretching his hands up over his head, straightening out his spine. "I, uh. Googled it. It had good Yelp reviews. You ready?" Like she wasn't. Like he even needed to ask.