"Oh, definitely lying," he agreed with ease. Clint was not an adult and had no vegetables to make him seem slightly more adultish. It was lose-lose for him.
He breathed in deeply and exhaled in a heavy sigh as he let himself fall backward against the hospital bed - head just barely missing the rail. Phew. "Reckon you're right. So many people coming in, I've got no idea when I'm actually going to get to leave. I've been here since yesterday. Slept in one of the staff rooms for a couple of hours," but he was exhausted. And that was about all Clint was going to get as a warning to his workaholic tendencies. "Do... you want me to come 'round yours when I'm off?"