"I hope it's hot," he says dryly as he takes the mug. He wraps both his hands around it because the warmth is nice and it keeps him from reaching for Clint. He's sitting like he's unsure if he's welcome and Phil's not sure if touch would settle him or send him running.

"I'm taking my meds." The important ones, antibiotics and mild painkillers. He's not taking the strongest ones until the pain really gets bad. "And if I was missing my appointments with SHIELD medical Natasha would have sent you sooner to bully me into going."

Phil sighs softly. "I work until Fury catches me in the system and blocks my access."

Because Fury wants him to rest but Phil wants to help. They fight about it a lot.