Phil understood how Natasha was. Which was why she had mentioned it to him. "I want him happy." Is all she would say as she would pour them another drink to enjoy. She missed Clint, and in a way, she missed back home. At least back home, she wasn't alone with her thoughts.
"I don't like being alone with my thoughts." She stated lightly as she came to brush her red hair from her face. "Especially when my memories come in pieces."