"How many brothers have you got?" Clint asked, because hell, he could take a random topic and go with it too, especially when he had other, more important things to be talking about that he didn't really want to. "Because that plural is scary. I've got one and that's more than enough." Not that Barney didn't have his moments, just that he had the opposite of that a lot, too. "But cool. The more the merrier."
He sat still for most of the careful bandage touching and all that but did turn his head to get a morbidly curious look at the healing cut on his shoulder. Sometimes a guy just had to know, you know? "Cool. I can start all over tomorrow then." He grinned, boyish, and mostly didn't mean it.