Earnest was the right word. For a guy who'd played spy just as much as he played super hero, Clint really was awful at having any sense of secrecy. It just how he was, and Clint wouldn't be himself if his heart wasn't pinned on his sleeve for absolutely everyone to see.
Nah, probably not.
Both ways was good. Clint was into that, tilting his head just so because no one liked it when noses got in the way of kisses. They were also doing this really awkward kind of school girl positioning with it, so he squirmed to readjust -- breaking the kiss for long enough to end up on the couch and facing Jamie instead of sitting next to him. "My neck was going to just break in half," he said, like he needed to explain it before he was moving in for another go.
Which he paused in the middle of. Because apparently he'd found his good ol' midwestern manners. "This is cool, right?"