"Good, because I love stories about me most too." He replied, smiling crookedly, though he gave another shrug at the question, "Mine's closer." And he knew for a fact that it wasn't any more or less comfortable than hers, not that either of them tended to care about that.

He also had his own suspicions about her nightmares. After all, Loki had rummaged around in his head for information about her, and what he hadn't found that way he'd asked about, and it just had seemed reasonable at the time for Clint to tell him. Of course, he wasn't even sure how to go about apologizing for that, aside from the fact that she'd already told him not to.