When she hugged him, he tensed. Couldn't help it it was probably instinctive. He'd pushed down every emotion he had, focused on the mission. Pushed away the weaknesses that had caused all this in the first place. He'd locked down as much as he had when he'd killed Victoria Hand, when he'd released the medpod and sent Fitzsimmons plummetting into the ocean. He'd been entirely on task. Until her.
After a few seconds, he let the tension go. Suddenly relaxing into her arms. It was a stupid thing to do, he didn't have time for this. He needed to find John and he needed to do that before anything else. Before thinking about Skye, about how good it was to have her close like this, about even how her touch was enough to pull him off task completely. And she was reassuring him, telling him it was going to be okay.
He'd failed. It wasn't going to be okay. He'd failed and that would have concequences. Not reassurance.
"Its not." he finally said, unwilling to break the embrace just yet.
"It won't be okay Skye because even if we do find him, I let this happen. I let myself get distracted. I can't...that can't happen."