"And I will be completely fine. I promise." Phil kept eating, free hand still resting on Clint's leg. This is why he'd grabbed the fork. Nothing had gone anywhere between them so far, but he kept touching Clint when he could. He found it grounding and he imagined it did much the same for Clint. He just kept giving casual touches to remind Clint that he wasn't alone in this. He wouldn't be alone anymore. Phil would make sure of it.

He gave Clint a smile. "You'll be fine, too. I'm going to make sure of that. We'll find a safe way to keep you restrained." He squeezed his hand on Clint's leg before taking it back to grab his drink. Then he put his food on the table and turned his focus back to Clint, where he just looked at him. He would be lying if he said this wasn't a little scary, but he would keep Clint safe and he would keep him from hurting anyone else. There wasn't any other option.