Clint was only a little offended that she changed his clothes. Of course, she was controlling and when she didn't like something... she made sure to change it. He kind of loved that about her. And hated it at the same time. Clint leaned over her shoulder, watching the map with fascination. "Course I'm drunk," he said, shrugging. "I was with Flint." That really answered his question. "He and Bell met up for dinner or some stupid National's shit." He grinned. "Or so they say." He had money on them shagging soon and he wanted his bets to pay up. Not for any reason other than he wanted to win. He liked winning. He hadn't won in what seemed like ages.
"Huh," he said, watching his cousin wander around his home. "Weird." It should feel odd, spying on his cousin but he didn't. He was entirely too curious as to what was going on. "That's not very exciting." Ade headed to what looked like his bedroom and was there for a bit. "I can't wait to figure out where he's going," he muttered, letting his hand rest on the small of her back. He didn't even think about it. It was subconsciously done.
He really hoped they didn't have to wait too long. It was cold as fuck. He looked around, wondering where they could go to warm up. He could think of a few ways to warm up. None of which she'd be interested in without stringing him up by his balls. "Fuck," he muttered, shivering. "It's bloody cold. Why are we outside?"