It was definitely true that Clint needed to be talked to bluntly for important things -- particularly things to do with feelings because otherwise he just might not notice them. Or if he did, he'd take things the wrong way. Not purposefully or anything, he just wasn't hardwired to be particularly in tune with that sort of stuff. His brain made things go a little sideways, sometimes.
"They were still pretty good dick jokes," Clint said, because it was always his first go-to when he started getting worried, to make a joke about something, to keep things from getting out of control too quickly and give himself more time to think.
Not that he was worried. Not exactly. He wanted to hear what Bucky had to say and would listen. Just -- well. Clint was Clint. "Yeah," he agreed slowly, rubbing at the back of his neck. "We're -- she's. Really great? Like. Maybe the best thing ever?" Which was true. Whether or not he deserved it was a different conversation. Clint was getting a few 'Nam flashbacks about how he'd tried giving her up in order to make both her and Bucky happy though, and he wondered, a little, if that was going to come up.