"Well, I wouldn't be running around out here if you had come back inside instead of trying to run away." It was natural cause and effect. If Clint was going to run, Phil was going to chase him. He said it as if he had no choice. He really didn't think that he did have one. He'd said he would help Clint, so he would. He was a man of his word.

Now that he was staying still, though, it really was chilly. He wrapped his arms around himself, rubbing at his bare skin and trying to keep the warmth he'd built up from running.

"So, if you're worried about me, maybe you shouldn't make me chase you out into the cold." He gave Clint a look. "You can't just show up and ask for help and then bail. I'm not going to let you do that. Come back and take that shower and eat pizza with me. We'll figure this out. You and me."