"I eat my vegetables. If pizza sauce counts." Clint agreed with a little laugh of his own. Not a big one, because that still would have hurt. But he was getting there. Apparently magic worked magic.
He didn't exactly start at the contact, but he certainly did look down at Jamie's hand before just giving up the ghost and twining their fingers together like any of it made sense at all. "That's pretty cool," he said, because it was true. And because it was saying a lot, that offer to just drop everything if need be. "I'm - you know. Pretty good at just disappearing, sometimes." If it sounded like a self deprecating warning more than a joke, that was because it was.