"Mmhm." Phil lets go of Scott's hand so he can put his on the back of his neck and pull him the last few inches across the table to kiss him. Because he can. He's careful to not knock over his coffee or Scott's but it's a small table which makes it easy enough.

He lets him go with a soft peck on his lips and settles back into his seat, the perfect picture of innocent domesticity. Comfortable. That's what Phil is right now. These moments are rare in his life, especially since coming back from the dead. It's nice when they sneak up on him.

"If you can't answer your phone I'm pretty sure I'll be aware of the situation before I call. When you're busy I'm busy behind the scenes." The Avengers could handle things but Phil liked to be aware and ready in case SHIELD was needed. He hadn't given up on defending the world even if his main work these days was tracking down all the Hydra traitors still lurking.