The closeness made Clint feel...at ease, more or less. He didn't want it to go away. He didn't want Phil to go but it seemed as if the only person who wanted him to leave was himself. He didn't hate it. In fact he liked the thought of having someone there. Phil had always grounded him from miles and miles away, now it was something more in the immediate vicinity. He wished he made the decision to find him a little earlier in life.

"Class? Aren't...you too old for school?" Clint looked confused. It wasn't a good look for him in his opinion.

He turned his head towards him, trying not to meet his eyes. He knew the resolution he would find in them. He didn't quite know how to react to it yet though. "I...really want to believe you, Phil." But he didn't. He knew what he was capable of and he knew what normal people were capable of. "I'm gonna try to believe you. You just...gotta bear with me a little." Clint wanted help. He just didn't like admitting that he ever needed it.