People with the overwhelming need to help were...non-existent to Clint. He was just hoping Phil would have pity on him for a moment just so he could help a guy out. Public menace...right here. Clint didn't know how to process the situation and make it come out clear, concise and rational to the other man without thinking he had just allowed a crazy man who thought he could turn into a wolf when it was a full moon. Clint was sure Phil would just suggest a nice therapist after that. As well as sleep with one eye open until the younger man was out of the house. He didn't want that.

He wanted to come back with a quip about him not noticing Clint there but Phil had already started holding the gun in his hand. To lie...or not to lie. The truth was more ridiculous than he wanted it to sound. The request was pretty grim. But it was also a benefit. "...cos I want you to shoot me with it, Phil." He straightened up, squaring his shoulders. "I wasn't kidding. I ate my brother." There were better ways to go about this, he's sure. But right now he just wanted to get Phil on edge enough to do this for him.