Phil's arms went back around Clint without hesitation. Clint needed him. He needed this and Phil wasn't going to deny him.

"You can't go. I'm just going to worry about you, so you have to stay." It was true. "Please. Clint, please let me help you. I want you to stay here." He brought his hand up, fingers moving through Clint's hair. If he were to believe Clint, he... what? He was a werewolf now? It made no sense. Of course, there wasn't really any explanation that made sense. He'd seen Clint's eyes change. Something was different. Something was wrong. Whatever it was, there had to be a way to fix it. He wouldn't let Clint just give up.