Oh, good. Definitely a plus. Wouldn't want to say anything stupid just because he wasn't paying any attention -- Clint did that enough when he was paying attention. It simply wouldn't be fair to anyone if it got more awkward.
"Uh, yeah I'd believe it," Clint said, frowning and blinking away from the light. And if he turned his head so that it was just pressed further into Jamie's hand, well, that was his own business. And Jamie's because it was his hand, but whatever. "Because it's true. They're crappy dead kids." He didn't even sound concerned about it, and look, Clint had dealt with a lot of weird shit in his life, so really, this was sort of just a normal day of the week.
Why had he tackled one? Clint considered that for a period of time that was far too lengthy for the question. "To stop 'em going after someone else. And I didn't have my bow." That wasn't happening again. Not after this.
"Me being me?" He asked, affronted enough to try and gather some of his wits back around him. "You're the one who locked the door."