Phil Coulson (thingsgotmessy) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2020-05-20 20:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, !open, phil coulson (thingsgotmessy), ~2020 may, ~~~sonya blade (sonya_blade) |
Who: Phil Coulson and Open
What: Picking up a couple things for dinner
When: Wednesday evening
Where: Walmart
Warnings: TBA
Status: Open/On-going
Phil tended to spend the majority of his days in a constant state of mentally doing eight million things at once, even moreso after the kids showed up. This time, he'd only had Rachel. He was alright with that, and he was even alright with the fact that she'd gone back. After all, she might actually exist someday. But some of his friends -- or Kitty's friends -- had children that'd come with a side order of existential crisis.
Like Jedikiah, who had a child he didn't feel he should have had. Who didn't feel he was a good enough person to be a decent parent.
Like Hermann, whose one son had been a painful confirmation of exactly the way things were for his son and a reminder of the way things were for him.
Kitty had spent most of the past couple days keeping an eye on Hermann and making sure he didn't die of alcohol poisoning, but he'd had someone from home show up -- someone that he seemed to actually like, insofar as Hermann Gottlieb ever actually liked anyone -- and now neither she nor Phil were quite as worried, which today meant that the evening's plan was a nice dinner and a quiet evening for the two of them.
Except first it was involving a stop at Walmart because he'd remembered that they didn't have a couple of the ingredients he needed for what he was planning on making for dinner. He could've settled on something else, it wasn't like he didn't know how to cook more than one thing, but it was one of Kitty's favorites and it was something he hadn't made in a while. So there he was in the produce section at Walmart.
Ah, domesticity.