"Stop," Natasha said quietly, when Clint kicked the rock. "You're in your head. It's okay." She noticed that, even when she was deep in her own. He was uncomfortable. She was making him uncomfortable, when she was like this, or at least, it seemed like she was, and it made the back of her throat feel tight. She dug her fingernails into the cup of her palm, concentrating on that.
She didn't want to make anyone uncomfortable, least of all Clint. She didn't want anyone to have to deal with her when she was like this, least of all James.
"You two should go," she said, after a second. "I appreciate you coming after me. I do. It means a lot, and I'm not discounting that, but. Really. I should be alone tonight. I'll come for coffee in the morning, I promise."