Phil smiled down at him. It was a weird pet name, but it could be worse. He brushed his fingers through Clint's hair a few times before smoothing them down Clint's arm. He let his fingers rest over Clint's hand. His toes were finally warmed up and though the bottom of his feet were still a little sore, he felt more relaxed now. Content.

"I'm going to come up with a terrible, embarrassing pet name for you. We'll see how you like it." He hoped that comment wasn't... what? Presumptuous? God, he really wasn't this awkward most of the time, but this was Clint. He didn't want to fuck this up and he didn't want to chase Clint away when Clint needed the help.