It was six whole hours before Jamie got off of his shift. They'd sent him away because he was just out of energy. He couldn't do it. And he had warned them, exhausted magic was dangerous magic. So he had Disapparated from the hospital, went to his place to feed the cats, shower, change clothes, and then Apparated to Clint's door like he had promised. They needed to talk and he did want to check on the bandages.
But he wasn't quite certain if he should just barge in with a dog in the house. So he knocked and waited, fiddling with the hem of his cream-colored cable knit sweater. He was warm and clean so that was a good start to being happy.