He doesn't need a fight right now. He already got an extremely good one that set a lot of things feeling right, feeling more whole, feeling good. But god damn, sometimes he wishes Steve would just fight him. Verbally sparring, anyway. Instead of just making his statements and his offers and being a well of calm in the face of Clint's volatility.

If Steve wasn't such a friend, or maybe if this was yesterday, or maybe if Clint was just a hair pettier, he'd use it as an excuse to dig in, to drag a fight out of this by force if he has to. But they were in such a good place, and...he shouldn't ruin that. Just because Steve placed a finger on a nerve for a moment.

His jaw works in frustrated annoyance, weighing his options, before he turns away and makes himself get the hell to bed.