so. early.

[He stays over here on this side of the bathroom even though he wants nothing more than to get up and crawl over to her, to reassure with touch — whether he'd be reassuring himself of her he's not sure. Phil's doing his best to keep a lid on his own thoughts, his own emotions, because Natasha's having a hard enough time with her own brain, she doesn't need to fight his too.

When she looks up, he huffs out a quiet little sigh of relief.

Anytime, he tries, still not really sure if he's doing this right. You okay?]