He has every intention of declining yet again, but it's the smile that gets him in the end, the hope that lies behind it, and he sighs, shaking his head a little with amusement. He reaches out and relieves him of them, his stomach grumbling at the close proximity of them alone.

"Thank you." He means it, and it earns him trust in return; he's not known for handing it it out willy-nilly, but with Coulson's praise and genuine team spirit, well, it's a struggle not to be swayed.

Following Trip's gaze, Clint huffs, and shrugs apologetically. "Been that way since I got here. Hasn't stopped since." He stares at it, as if transfixed, for a moment longer. "You seen the courtyard yet? It's hard not to appreciate the rain when you realise it's the only way to catch a breath in this place."