"Yes, you did a wonderful job," Phil says dryly. Chopping vegetables keeps him from trying any more touches but he can't help longing for something like Clint's arm casually around his waist or a gentle kiss to the back of his neck.

He's quiet for a little bit before he speaks. "Are you afraid I'm going to break if you touch me?"

He's going to pick at this problem for a bit. He can have a one track mind. He wants to understand why Clint either needs this distance or thinks it's what has to happen.