He knew it was pointless to argue, she did have a point. Very few people within SHIELD would call it a family environment. Yes you belonged, but there was always that instituted disconnect.
Their hands were still connected, and he drew more comfort from that. But somehow, the memories and the feelings that they stirred up were a bit too powerful. He needed more, he wanted more. Slowly, he moved to sit next to her, hand still in hers.
Now they sat, side by side, and Phil pulled her even closer, so that she rested against his side. This contact was jarring for the both of them, but again, it was necessary. They could deny it ever happened in the morning.
But for right now, Phil Coulson simply sat next to Maria Hill, and felt comforted, his breathing slowing and relaxing, and his anxiousness dissipating.