[She leans against him because yes, that's all been weighing heavily on her too. Especially James and Coulson's absence. It was a constant worry at the back of her mind, where they were, if they were alright, when they'd be returned. And in what state. She curls a little closer, a shiver slipping down her spine despite the heat of the water, letting her eyes close as she rests against Clint.]

There were a lot, I admit. Bit of a switch from previous years. Not sure what I think about that yet. [She'd rather enjoyed when it had been them, occasionally with Coulson thrown in, depending on where they were. Not that Christmas had been bad. Parts of it had been wonderful.

She tilted her head back to peer at him again.] And that's everything?