Clint welcomed the opportunity to retreat back into himself. He couldn't honestly believe he'd said that so easily, so freely. He wasn't exactly a guy prone to opening up about anything - whatever people knew about him, they learned from his SHIELD file. With Coulson choosing not to acknowledge what he'd said, and to gloss over it, told him that this wasn't the right time.

"Fine, good." He rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly feeling weary and drained. "Just. No appetite."