"Flavor shouldn't just be for kids." Jamie still had nice lips. A good smile too, even if he didn't do it nearly enough. It was a bit of a sad thought.
And that he could think about things not immediately in the present must have meant something was working. Well, wasn't that just something?
"It's a different kind of hurt," he allowed with a one shoulder that Jamie wasn't fixing sort of shrug. And when he was done, Clint just tilted his head up to look at the ceiling, his expression considering. "You were here anyway. Calling probably wouldn't have helped."