Of course Phil looked forward to seeing Clint. He might not look forward to some of the things Clint did, but the visits themselves were becoming a daily highlight for him. His worrying about Clint wasn't really going away, but at least knowing that he would see the man every day meant that he would see if he seemed to be getting worse. More than that, it reminded him that Clint was alive and still there with him.

"Where have you been?" It was like some kind of tunnel-vision. Of all the things on his mind, all the things going on around them, all he could do was walk after Clint and try to get some answers.

"You've been gone for days. Did something happen?" If nothing had happened, Clint was getting some kind of terrible punishment that Phil had yet to come up with to teach him a lesson about what happened when he worried his friends. He caught up to Clint and grabbed his arm in a hard grip. He was an inch away from slapping those stupid sunglasses off of Clint's face. Something was off. Something was incredibly off in the way Clint was acting.

He reached for Clint's sunglasses.