Coulson just waited. Guarding the archer in his moment of weakness silently, only breaking that silence to occasionally reassure that he wasn't going anywhere. He didn't lie and say it would be okay. He knew that was not something Clint wanted to hear right now. No... this was not okay. This was by no means going to go away anytime soon. If ever...

So when Clint pulled back, still clutching at him, he moved his hands to softly clutch the shaking shoulders. "I'm not. And I'm certainly not your boss anymore." He said it soft, gently as he moved his hand to sweep back the now messy blonde hair away from Barton's face. "I only came as someone that cares..." Fury be damned. "You know you're safe with me..." He wouldn't tell anyone. He wouldn't talk about it to anyone else. This was between the two of them... no weakness would escape this moment.

Coulson treasured that sort of trust. Especially from those like Natasha and especially Clint. "I have terrible timing to realize that some orders need to be broken. Sorry about that."