There was a joke in there about how well he operated with one hand, but Kate wasn't really in a joking mood. Clint was such a good man. Kate let him lead her through the apartment to the kitchen, leaning her head against his shoulder as they walked side-by-side.
"Yeah, he's accepted a job at the USA Fencing Association. It's actually really amazing for him, but... I'm gonna miss that bastard." She was really proud of Hans for his accomplishments, and would likely try to stay in touch. Though, she was much more of an in-person kind of gal. (Though, she did text and Instagram and whatever else.)
"Black." Kate responded. She didn't need anything else. Just the coffee. And whatever booze he undoubtedly snuck in there. She wouldn't mind getting tipsy and making out like teenagers. That sounded like a wonderful distraction.