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[blandbydesign]

No, that was not an invitation.

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[from_a_distance]

[Clint watches him as he moves around the room, a little amused at the thought that Coulson feels like he has to make his place presentable.]

I'm hiding from medical.

[Once upon a time he would have lied about that, made up some excuse, but by now he'd learned that Coulson wouldn't march him back down to the infirmary unless it was life-threatening, which it wasn't. He was pretty sure. Almost certain. Ninety-nine point nine nine percent at least.]