it's who we are

Yelena nods. “It’s okay. Just breathe.”And she waits.She draws little shapes on his knee with her thumb, absentmindedly, reaches out and drags her fingers through his hair behind his ear, whispers a sorry when he flinches. Yelena hushes him softly, hums, picks a loose thread off his shoulder.And she waits. Until the sobs turn to sniffs, until his frame relaxes, until he takes a long, deep breath and turns his tear tattooed face to hers.And she smiles.-The one where Bob remembers what he did to New York, and Yelena's there to offer comfort.