Clint told Sam about his morning's misadventure. Sam listened solemnly and at the end of Clint's recitation, said, "Not your fault, man."
Clint nodded, but didn't look convinced.
Sam shrugged. "Shit happens. We all got triggers, him probably more than most. You just happened to hit on one."
"Yeah, I guess. I just feel bad." Clint mirrored Sam's shrug. "Dude made me breakfast and all."
Sam looked interested. "Anything left?"
"Nope." Clint gestured to the refrigerator. "Lots of stuff in there, though." He grinned. "I'd offer to cook but letting me anywhere near a stove is a really bad idea."