Nick frowned, he knew that look. He'd worn that look. He knew just how Coulson was feeling right now and the best he could offer was, "It's not your fault," in a low mutter because it was true. Sometimes things just happened and it was fucking terrible and there wasn't a god damned thing you could do about it. That was a fact of life. What you had to do was try to make up for it every time when you could do something. "Time being?" he asked. "You don't think he can be held?"