"Nah, I'm good," Clint said, yawning a little, and stretching his arms out over his head. He arched his back as he did it, working out any kinks from sleeping. "I'm not really hungry. Maybe in the morning, or something."

He dropped his arms then, giving Coulson a glance. Fuck. He hadn't even really been thinking when he'd walked out in his underwear. It was just something he did. But he wasn't going to drop the opportunity for a little teasing. He hadn't been able to tease Coulson for a long time. Thought he wouldn't be able to ever again. "Hm? Should I be wearing them, sir?"