Nick could really sympathize, he could, having got too close himself quite a few times and then having it turn around and bite him in the ass when someone died on him or a bitch plucked out his eyeball. Not that he was really showing much empathy right now, stoic beside the open grave until the sniffles and tears of Morse's mom standing a few feet away got to be a bit too much and he ducked away to the back. He stopped beside Coulson and stared at the other man for a moment then, unexpectedly, clapped a hand on his shoulder.