Natasha seemed lost in thought, so Clint left her alone for a while. Starting the dishwasher wasn't exactly much of an issue, and cleaning the counters gave him something to do. Something to help keep his own mind from wandering into dark territories again.

There was no imminent reason for that right now, why work himself up? It had been a very turbulent but in the end a very nice day, he didn't want that ruined. At least he had enough composure back by now to keep himself distracted successfully, mostly with making out plans for the next days. A few things that Natasha and him should look into, chores to keep their little home here running, and hopefully some more time of relaxing on the beach before the days would become too chilly for that. Better. One step after the other.

When the room didn't look like there had been a hurricane anymore, he washed the rest of cooking off his own body in the shower and laid out now towels for Natasha. With only a towel around his hips and his skin flushed from a little too hot water, he returned to the living room.

"Didn't know if you want to soak", he murmured, turning his chair from before around so he could astraddle it rather than half falling asleep on the table. More and more he did feel how long the day really had been. "I could set up a tub for you if you like."