[Her smile holds a hint more humor this time] Coulson would shoot us himself before an hour was out.

[She can't help it, his touch makes her ache and her breath hitches, her eyes sliding closed. She knows what that question means, what lengths he'd go to for her, even without her asking him. he understands, even without her voicing anything.]

He's happy, Clint. I won't be the one that breaks that in him. Not without a very desperate reason.

[That makes it -him- all the more precious, somehow, no matter how painful or bittersweet the rest of it is.]