Phil was embarrassed to admit it, even to himself, but Clint had really pulled him in. He'd been young and interesting and it had pulled Phil's curiosity. He'd wanted to know more about Clint and now here he was. It was like a strange fantasy scenario or something. He'd given up on getting back in touch with Clint a while ago, anyway, but none of that seemed important now.

"I'm glad you liked them, then. Some people think they're kind of dorky, but I think they're fun." He smiled. "And, yeah, she would have maced you. I can't even pretend that she wouldn't have. This is why knocking is a good idea. On the front door, not the second story window."

But he was already pulling Clint into another hug. "Whatever it is, I can help, Clint. I'll help you figure it out. It can't be that bad. Everything is fixable." He really believed that. Even serious crimes, there were ways to minimize the consequences. Phil's natural urge to take care of people was coming out here. Clint made it come out a little faster than usual and Phil wasn't going to question that just yet.