Phil shook his head. Of course he didn't believe this. It was crazy. "Clint, I get that you've been through some kind of trauma. You're having a hard time wrapping your head around it. It's okay. I'm here for you." His voice was soft now, its usual calm, soothing tone. "Please just calm down and let me help you."

Whatever Clint had seen must have been bad if he was this distraught. Phil wasn't sure what to do, but he had to do something. Sane people didn't just show up asking to get shot. Clint needed help and Phil wouldn't hold that back.

"You can stay here as long as you need to. We'll figure this out together." Phil didn't turn his back on anyone. That just wasn't how he operated.