"Something similar to it though." Clint noted the forced smile in the back of his mind as he started walking towards his room, fully expecting Phil to follow after him. "You know me, Phil. You have to trust in me that whatever's going on is going to pass sooner or later." Hopefully sooner rather than later. For Phil's state of mind, he might make an extra attempt for it to be sooner. He turned around, walking backwards so that he could look the agent in the eye.

"...I'm not acting that off, am I?" His brows furrowed a bit with concern. Obviously, the only one else he knew who could point it out was Nat. The others he usually found himself around figured it was him...being himself.