Phil watched him closely, trying to make his own heart stop pounding. "Are you sure? I didn't mean to just... attack you." He sighed. "I think it's the medication, it's kind of... lowering my inhibitions." He laughed, with a hint of self-deprecation. This went beyond just having lessened inhibitions, into sexual harassment territory, but the fact that Clint hadn't pushed him away already, had in fact basically said he didn't mind... it was just stoking the warmth he could feel building in his stomach.

He reached up to stroke his fingers through a bit of Clint's hair, just above his temple, a quiet look on his face. "This probably isn't how you imagined the first 24 hours would go if you found me alive."