Yeah, fair. He was usually quicker than all that. Especially with puns. Clint loved puns. He wasn't upset about being woken though, had gotten up willingly. If he hadn't wanted to, after all, he wouldn't be here. His dog wouldn't be currently making best friends with a cat by sharing a squeaky toy made by a fucking awesome wizard.
Coffee creamer and cinnamon rolls. It sounded cozy, warm. Comforting, he supposed. Like love was supposed to be. That it wasn't anymore sort of almost made Clint feel sad for Jamie. Except that a small part of him was pleased that it was over, past tense.
He was an asshole for that, probably.
"That was... a learning experience," he decided on. Jamie was right. It was deeply personal talking about what it was that little bottle held, in term of scents.