Closing his eyes tighter against the pain that came from Clint's agony, he held firm to the archer. He wouldn't let go and he wouldn't leave. Even if Clint pushed him away for whatever reason, Coulson know he couldn't walk away. He never did in the past until Fury made him. And part of him worried that he was so changed now that he didn't deserve to be close to the other anymore.
Taking a deep breath, he swept his fingers through the other's hair and brought his other arm up to rub at the tensed shoulders. "I know..." He could only imagine what Clint meant to say... and he didn't need to blame himself. Not when he needed to grieve.
"It's okay to cry..." The words were almost too quiet, but Clint would hear him when he was this close. Clint needed to cry.
Shifting on the floor, he settled in a way that he could encompass the taller man and still hold him. He kept him close, imperceptibly rocking the younger in soothing motion. His breath hitched as he whispered quietly. "I won't leave again. I'm here as long as you need me." Fury could yell all he wanted.
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Taking a deep breath, he swept his fingers through the other's hair and brought his other arm up to rub at the tensed shoulders. "I know..." He could only imagine what Clint meant to say... and he didn't need to blame himself. Not when he needed to grieve.
"It's okay to cry..." The words were almost too quiet, but Clint would hear him when he was this close. Clint needed to cry.
Shifting on the floor, he settled in a way that he could encompass the taller man and still hold him. He kept him close, imperceptibly rocking the younger in soothing motion. His breath hitched as he whispered quietly. "I won't leave again. I'm here as long as you need me." Fury could yell all he wanted.