Clint saw the intimacy quite easily. He had given Phil everything that he didn't give anyone else. When it came to the mental, emotional things that people seemed to yearn for. Physically, it was lacking. But Clint didn't see a problem with that typically. He was good with that. He was good with the little touches and watching Phil as he went about his normal life like some guy didn't just decide to camp out on his couch like some sort of homeless person or best friend people didn't like to have over. What Clint was most okay with was the fact that Phil didn't make him feel like he was a burden on his existence. Like he wanted the other man to be there with him. It's why he was so emotionally drawn to him at this point in his life.

A smile tugged at his lips when he felt Phil's breath hitch a little after he nuzzled him before sliding his lip along the top of the other man's ear. This was a little easier than he thought it would have been. If he was in his usual state of mind, he probably wouldn't have been as forward. But who was putting that into the equation, really.

"Not really...I am pretty damn good lookin'." Clint's body felt like it was on fire the moment Phil's hand rested on his bicep. There was really nothing good going to come out of this, he could already see it forming in his head before he shifted a bit in his place next to Phil before pressing against Phil a little more. "I don't see how she doesn't see that she has two incredibly attractive guys living above her though."