It was the smile of a horny teenager who liked older men (not really). Clint had liked Phil right off the bat not because he was someone a person could point him out in the crowd and say 'dude's hot'. But rather than he had an unassuming look about him. No one had paid attention to Phil but Clint himself and the people who had already known Phil. Clint zero'd in on him because the moment he was in the holding cell, Phil got to see his family at it's worst and still didn't seem affected by it. That's why Clint kept in touch.

"Kind of? Try a couple years and thousands of miles away, Phil." He didn't mind the mess. He tried not to laugh as he still held him close to him. Fighting back whatever urge that told him to push the man away. He felt the safest in months right now. Even if nothing really happened all those years ago but a shared laugh and pitching in for some bail. "That woulda been a wee bit awkward, don'tcha think? A relatively good lookin' young guy droppin' in at your brother's place? You might've gotten a few questions from her." He chuckled a bit before tilting his head in a little bit of confusion. "Aren't ya a bit too old for school?"

He scowled a bit at that. "What...gives you that idea?" He was. It was just a little too much for other people to handle.