"Hey!" Clint said, deeply offended by the fact that Jamie was stealing his stealings. He balled his fists up, which probably wasn't much of a threat, but there it was anyway. "Back off, man! Get your own." That kinda settled it though - this guy clearly wasn't some foster kid. Or else he'd be fine with the theft. Everyone did it. So at least some of what he'd said earlier was true.
He thrust his hand into his pocket, hearing aid and all. He had no idea what petulant meant, but he doubted it was very nice. "And my brother is cooler than you! An' I said it was fine, leave me 'lone about it. You wanna fake steal breakfast or not?"