The comfort clears his head, and now he has to clear his head from clearing his head. That doesn't make sense, does it? But it's how Clint feels in a way that he would be hard pressed at best to put into words.

The confusion makes him hesitate. Like he's done something wrong. Screwed something up again. But there's nothing behind it, just...a little confused. God, join the club.

"Okay. We'll see how I'm feeling. Later. Before bed." Sound more uncertain, why don't you. "Won't be too long. I'll try not to be anyway."