"And if you're not fine, that's okay too," Clint said, but he was looking in the other direction, like he wanted to make sure that it'd be casual, that Natasha and Bucky both wouldn't be forced to measure the weight of his words because they were just directed ... over there instead.
"Either way," he went on, kicking at a rock as he went, "I've got a dog and some blankets and pillows and I haven't finished recapping the first season of Dog Cops yet, so.... that's on the table." Or he could shut up. But Clint had never much liked the quiet, and he certainly didn't now, so he always felt a little bit like he ought to be filling it with noise when he was with other people, even if it wasn't important noise.