The internal struggle he's having is more than apparent, though she has nothing to indicate what it's actually about. He's still thinking suicidal thoughts for all she knows. That is, until he speaks up. As exhausted as she is, she's never once refused him something he's asked for directly -- she prefers that, always. It's too hard to sift through her own feelings let alone someone else's. She opens her mouth to say something placating, but then he grabs on and the desperation in his eyes comes to the fore. Natasha frowns, but remains steadfastly in his orbit.

"Hey..." It's gentle, questing. She wants to do something for him now; anything that would ease the pressure. "We could play XBox." It's a little playful despite everything, she tries for a smile though it comes out slightly strained.