Loki trusts him, and Clint shivers again, not from any cold. He knows it intrinsically, but saying it makes it mean something different. It's there, spoken, on the outside, like an object with actual mass, with heft to it. Thinks about the first time Natasha said it and meant it, how it had changed something between them to have it said aloud instead of merely silently understood.

Thinks for a moment he catches a glimpse of familiar red hair and--blinks it away.

Loki did not leave his dream. He stuck around. Wanted what happened to happen. Here, now, there's apparently options. Could wake himself up. That would be easiest, it seems like. Clint licks his lips. "But there's a way I could leave whenever I want to?"