He hated those dimples. Well, no, he was actually very fond of those dimples and they made him happy in a weird way to think that those were definitely his dimples.
Jamie stood and picked up his chair, moving around the table to settle it next to Clint's. Then he sat and snuggled up to his boyfriend, putting an arm around his shoulders. "I know. I really do," he paused for a moment, smiling, "I'm just... Really not good at sharing... Anything. Just, anything at all unless it was my idea."