You were just about to turn into a blubbering idiot when Clint walked right into your room and asked, "What the hell happened, _____?"
You clutched your pillow to your chest and grunted out, "Magical Mimic's made a fool of herself with her magnificent timing of panic attacks."
Clint sighed and shut your bedroom door again before he sat on the edge of your bed and said, "Could you at least look at me? It's bad enough that this happens when Lila gets mad at me. I don't need you doing it, too."
You manuevered yourself so that your head was on his lap, which made the archer sigh before he said, "Well, it's better than what it was before. Do you wanna talk about it?"
You held up your finger, and Clint gave you your minute to scream into your pillow. Once time was up, you turned so that you could see your friend's face and sighed as you asked, "Why do I have to have the suckiest timing in the world, Clint?"
"Because it's part of your charm?"
You scowled at that, to which he raised his hands