Phil rolled his eyes and went to go order the pizza, leaving Clint to shower. He'd gotten a bit of an eyeful when Clint had removed his shirt and he was trying to not think about that too hard. Stop being creepy, Coulson. The guy needed help, not some older man ogling him.

He went out to the living room and called the place that he knew would deliver the fastest. Then he went into the kitchenette area, sighing as he pulled off Clint's jacket reluctantly and putting it neatly on the back of a chair. He turned on the TV, keeping the volume low, and settled on the couch to wait for Clint. His feet were really appreciating the carpet and the warm apartment, at least.