[ He's glad she's kept her hands where they are; her touch is reassuring, while his mind spins with all the things she's told him in the last few minutes. Yes, he asked for this, and yes, it's a lot to swallow, but he still wanted to know.

The revelation about her being tortured is still a big one that he probably never will come to terms with, but he finds himself momentarily distracted from that by what she says next. Not the healing chamber part, although he's glad they have such a thing. ]

It's not my job anymore? [ He knows there's a disbelieving look on his face, because from where he's standing, that will never not be his job. Even if she can take care of herself, which he knows she can, he remembers all too well the time she was shot and almost died. ]

I'm sorry, but I can't imagine an instance in which I'd agree to just leave the team and you to someone else.

[ He can accept the team moving on, just like he can see Daisy being able to stand on her own two feet, but it's still difficult reconciling that with the fact that she was taken and experimented on. He falls silent then, needing a minute to process this. ]