Clint, for his part, was leaning forward to slowly and rhythmically beat his head against the wall. He wasn't doing it hard enough for it to really register, but it felt like something he'd damn well earned. Why was he just constantly putting his foot in it when he talked to this girl? He was smarter than this. Usually.

"Yeah, I'm sure. Give me, uhh..." A quick glance to the clock in the kitchen, a rapid calculation in his head, and he had- actually, he had absolutely no idea what she had in mind, other than him coming over to fix the window that had suicided by storm-tossed branch. Andy, sitting next to him on the floor, gave a quick bark that he shushed by reaching down to scratch the dog's muzzle, making him thump his tail on the floor with happiness. "I can be there in an hour if you want? Or did you have something you needed to do?"