Clint laughs when Phil tells him that he has always been Phil’s guardian angel after a round of especially tender sex about a week after Clint shows up in their apartment with wings.
"If anyone is a guardian angel it’s you," he had said, wings tucked almost shyly around his body. "After all, I wasn’t the one who did any saving."
The fact that Clint can still say this, after all this time, breaks Phil’s heart.
Because Clint has saved him, saves him every day simply by waking up beside him, by telling Phil how much he loved him and making Phil believe it. By knowing when to be tender and when to take what he wants, by knowing how to hold him and not say anything when he has nightmares and knowing just how to laugh to let him in on an intimate and beautiful secret.
But Phil can’t say that, though he wants to. Phil can’t say how perfect Clint looks with wings, how right it is.
So he straightens one of Clint’s flight feathers, running his hands through the soft plumage, and just smiles.