"Then I guess I was lying." Vegetables. Such a waste. Clint decided it was best not to bother when there were more delicious things out there to worry about.
He was still looking at their hands. They kinda looked good like that, even if Clint's knuckles were all bruised up. Really, that was normal. Just a color contrast. "True," he agreed, and should have been more ashamed for it, but if they were both in the same boat there didn't seem to be much of a point. He'd given his warning, and that was going to have to be enough. He tilted his head to the side though, squinting thoughtfully at the other man. "I get to leave sooner than you, I bet. When're you off?"