[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.]
no subject
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.]