The tension he was feeling translated to his fingers, and she lifted her eyes to his face once he looked at her again. The indecision was written all over his face, along with the loneliness and pain - and she wondered if he realized just how easy he was to read when he wasn't actively weaving his own deceptions.
"Loki," she said with a faint smile, before continuing, "You can't live your life around 'shoulds' and 'mights'." Her voice was a little dry, and it was her turn to look away - though it wasn't out of any emotional upheaval. Rather, she appeared to be simply enjoying the view of the city, taking another sip of her coffee.
"How about I give you my word - anything you tell me here, in this moment, I'll keep under the strictest confidence, and I won't use it against you?" She lowered the mug, still studying the skyline. "I'm not you, after all - I won't use what you tell me against you or anyone else, the way you tried to use what Clint told you." It may have been five years, and her friend may have gotten past what happened and there was no blame in her voice, but she hadn't forgotten it, despite the fact that she and Clint both knew what might happen on a mission.