"I actually think it was cos you looked so damn pathetic runnin' after me barefoot." Clint gritted out from where he was sitting on the sofa which was between now a rock and a hard place. Or rather the arm of a sofa and Phil. The younger man crossed his arms in front of his chest as he tried to take as much space on the couch as he could without taking Phil's. But...not really allowing him any room to get comfortable himself. It was his space, after all. Once again, Clint would figure out a way to make it up to him in about an hour or so. The apartment was already spotless so cleaning as an option for forgiveness was gone.

He tilted his head to the side, brow arching a bit. "I bought Chinese food before I tried to look for a place to lock me in tomorrow night." Clint nodded towards the kitchen before his eyes turned back to Phil. "I remembered what you got last time...hopefully you're not one of those people who changes their choices every time they go." Clint was. His plate was already sitting next to Phil's but he didn't want to eat until he had gotten home. "By the way...I came up with nothing. I don't..." He didn't know what he was going to do.