She had more than a suspicion that'd be his answer, so she nods easily.

"Sure." She's at his place for a few more days, and then, well. Phone. Or visits. Milliways. They'll work it out.

His hand is accepted with a brightening of her face, and she crawls back over and settles on his lap, arm winding around his shoulders. Not that she was noticing any difficulty in breathing before, but it's easier when Clint has his arms around her. Hugs are good.

Hugs are very good at the moment. And later?

Well.

They'll deal with later when it comes.