It was fairly obvious that Jamie had something of a large family -- and that even if he was at odds with who some of the people in it were, he got along with them all in a way that Clint couldn't possibly comprehend. Not when it came to actual flesh and blood, in any case. "My ex-wife liked drugging me," he said, with something of a frown. "But I guess by then there was no class to get out of. Huh."
He tilted, wobbled and then reached for the arm of the couch to steady himself. When he landed again, he didn't want it to be on the actual floor. It'd be a shame to spill his new drink. "Nah. I'm good. There's nothing else to want."