If it turns into a thing, Clint might start an argument. But he'll simply let it be for now. Coffee is blessedly coffee no matter where you go. Food will be something he doesn't have to worry about immediately. Steve going to run his little Take Care Of Clint errands or whatever means he's left to his own devices for at least a short while, and that...feels kind of nice, actually. Clint's perfectly fine with cramped, confined spaces for longer than anyone should be comfortable in, but suddenly having an old friend drop in feels strangely claustrophobic.
He'll 'enjoy' what counts as breakfast as much as he can savor the plain basics, wake himself up, and then go into his own morning routine which involves exercise. He doesn't need any fancy equipment or a gym to keep fit. (Though he misses it sometimes. He's not gonna keep any weights in his bag like he doesn't have enough to carry; he has to make due with his own body and the things around him.) He's in the middle of one-armed push-ups when Steve makes his return, and he thinks nothing of getting the door shirtless and a little sweaty and offering to help put things away or carry bags or...whatever. Hm. That sounds very stupid to him. But it's out of his mouth anyway, and that's that.
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He'll 'enjoy' what counts as breakfast as much as he can savor the plain basics, wake himself up, and then go into his own morning routine which involves exercise. He doesn't need any fancy equipment or a gym to keep fit. (Though he misses it sometimes. He's not gonna keep any weights in his bag like he doesn't have enough to carry; he has to make due with his own body and the things around him.) He's in the middle of one-armed push-ups when Steve makes his return, and he thinks nothing of getting the door shirtless and a little sweaty and offering to help put things away or carry bags or...whatever. Hm. That sounds very stupid to him. But it's out of his mouth anyway, and that's that.