If this had happened 12 hours ago, Steve would have been much more thrown than he is now. Now? Now, Clint's trying to give him context for the upset. Clint's trying to explain to Steve. The context itself is helpful, sure. The act of putting in the effort to use words and explain, even through that kind of grief?

That gives him more hope than anything so far that Clint might just not end up bleeding out in a gutter. That? Is a man who is making an effort to at least be understood, even if... well more raw than finessed, maybe uneven, but those aren't things Steve would recognize or care about, either.

He stays put in his chair, but leans back and wedges one leg up, so the table edge is dug into his shin and his heel is just balanced on the seat. Keeps his eyes on Clint, but not in an overly intense way, not judging or calculating.

"It's okay to worry about it." Just that. "It's also okay if it hurts like hell, you know it's going to hurt like hell and you want to try, anyway. I know what's going on. You don't need to fake your way through the shitty part to keep me from flinching away from you." Because nothing in there said 'I don't want to'. Everything just said 'it's hard'.