That was okay. Clint was pretty used to lose-lose situations. He'd deal.
He turned slightly when Jamie decided that spines were no longer a thing, but stopped himself from really being pulled down with the other man, if only because he was used to the idea of keeping himself mostly still now. At least for a few more minutes until the head-rush was fully gone.
They'd never been to his before, and Clint thought, momentarily, about the mess of pizza boxes on his coffee table, the collection of coffee mugs and empty beer bottles. He'd probably have to clean. Or at least move stuff. Or maybe not. Not like Jamie seemed to judge over stuff like that. "Sounds like more than a long day," he said after a beat. "But yeah. If you're not too tired." Please.