"Whoa-" Good reflexes come in handy, and he manages to catch it before it all spills everywhere. Damp on the shirt, yeah, and a little on the blanket, but not totally upended and soaked through.

"Okay." He sets it down. "Okay. I'll help you. C'mere, I got you." Clint coaxes Loki up to lean against him while he reaches around Loki, arranging pillows. Shifting him, tender, careful. "Get you sat up nice and comfy. I'll get a towel. And a shirt. And...some easy food? Shit. Applesauce and protein shakes and sippy soups."