Sam closes his eyes for a moment, hands splayed over Clint’s shoulder blades and holding on tight. He’s not sure if he’s giving comfort or taking it, if he’s trying to soothe Clint after Sam’s fuck up caused him trouble or if he’s trying to soothe himself back out of being vulnerable. Maybe both.

Either way, he just breathes for a long moment, watching Clint closely when he pulls back. And then he grins at that joke - it’s almost a relief, something to lighten the mood, and Sam gives him a slight squeeze before he lets go.

“Nah. This was a once in a lifetime kind of opportunity, man, I hope you enjoyed it.”

He gives him a little shove, then slings his arm around Clint’s shoulders. “Come on. Let’s get back before they wonder where we are.”