[Perhaps to Riley's relief, Clint has more or less spent the last few weeks in a stupor. Browsing the not-Internet was hardly a thought that came to mind--for God's sake, the man still used a pager to get notified of anything happening with the Avengers.

Clint lets out a small laugh, running a clawed hand through his soaked fur.]

No, no--seriously, it's fine! I can just shake it off--watch--

[He takes small step back and, as promised, just...shakes off the water droplets like a mangy, two-legged dog. Not that it accomplishes much, since it's still raining, and it really only serves to accidentally fling some water into Riley's nest. Clint gives her a lopsided grin.]

So...how long are you thinkin' about staying up here? An hour? A day? Forever? I gotta know if you're ditching your floor-mates and if I can start clearing out your apartment.

[He keeps his tone joking and light-hearted. It's the only thing he knows how to do.]