Who: Phil Coulson and Melinda May What: Conversations about Certain Things When: Tuesday evening Where: His office at work Warnings: Talk about AU things Status: Closed/On-going
Phil didn't know what to do about everything that'd happened in the other Madison Valley, didn't know how to handle it, so he did what he always did when there was trouble, when there was something he didn't know how to handle... grabbed a good stiff drink and hid with work in his office.
Okay, so he was on his second drink. But it was only going to be his second, and it was well out of reach at the moment. What was in reach was a lot of paperwork, in an attempt to distract the crap out of himself. It wasn't so much working, though. He was mostly thinking about the people he knew and how different things had been.
He knew he should probably talk to those people, but that required actually going to them and he wasn't so much feeling that right now. He wasn't hiding, he honestly wasn't. He just didn't know how to bring it up. He needed to figure that out. And alright, maybe he was avoiding it a little. But he knew he needed to not do that, and so he reached for his phone, sending Melinda a text. She was his best friend, he could start with her.