After Clint left the room, Phil grabbed an extra towel and some sweats for Clint. He set them in the bathroom and started the shower so the water would have time to heat up. Next, he went over to his takeout menu pile to figure out dinner.

Then he realized that Clint was taking an awfully long time to run downstairs and just grab his bag. "Damn it."

Phil sprinted down the stairs and out the door, nearly tripping over his own shoes on the bottom landing. He'd never forgive himself if Clint just ran off and he was out there alone when Phil could have helped him. He couldn't go through this alone. He shouldn't. Not when Phil was here. Why be alone for no reason?

He was out the door before he realized that he was barefoot and in a T-shirt, cool breeze hitting his skin. He ignored it. "Clint!"