Clint shut his eyes at the more than welcomed touch on his thigh. He did enjoy the closeness, he did enjoy quite a lot of things when it came to the short time he was spending living with Phil. He didn't worry about hurting anyone he worried about hurting Coulson. Clint could deal with killing complete strangers, it was dealing with killing people who meant something to him that really made him a nervous wreck. "I don't want to hurt you, Phil. I could deal with hurtin' other people."

Clint propped his feet up onto Phil's lap, watching him quietly as he continued eating his dinner with a smile on his face. He felt relaxed, which was a nice change from the overwhelming anxiety he was feeling all day. He knew it would just get worse the next day. He wasn't looking forward to it. He could feel it at the pit of his stomach. He sat there for a moment, feet over his lap before moving himself so he could lay his head on Phil's shoulder. Subtly breathing in his scent and perhaps sighing a little. "Should we get an ambulance on stand-by? You think you can pull that off, G-Man?" He was joking.