Clint's sigh at being denied the drink was overly audible. "I've had it before," he said, like that mattered in the grand scheme. About as much as not being old enough in England anyway.
Still, he took the soda without much complaint and scooted himself up on a chair, not bothering with much more conversation as he dug into the pizza that was in front of him, not stopping to breathe until one slice was about halfway gone. He fiddled with the hearing aid he still had in and watched Jamie with slightly narrowed eyes, a curious expression.