Right. Mouth. That was a thing. Jamie's grin somehow seemed to broadened, "I'm totally fucked but yeah, I'm okay." This was probably the worst time to get serious but he couldn't help himself. Both hands, cookie dough and all, cupped Clint's cheeks, "If you ever leave or vanish or go home, whatever... I'm going to be completely ruined." Because to him, Clint was kind of perfect - frequent injuries and all.