Who: Phil Coulson and Pepper Potts What: Some kind of conversation When: Thursday afternoon Where: Outside their offices Warnings: TBA Status: Closed/ongoing
Phil was pretty sure he'd made a pretty good misstep, he just... didn't know what to do now. Or not to do now. It was an awkward feeling, and one he didn't like. It was also one he wasn't necessarily very good at solving. That was why he liked surrounding himself with people who were competent -- people who could nudge him in the direction he needed to go, make him see the obvious.
He wasn't wallowing now, though, of course not. That wasn't who he was, either. He was just trying to figure out the right thing to do. Which meant that it'd been a few days since he'd talked to Pepper after all. This wasn't necessarily going to go well, whenever he talked to her, and he knew it'd boil down to he was a shitty friend. But they'd get to that when they got there, too.
Right now he was heading out for lunch because if he didn't eat right then, he'd get wrapped up in work and then it'd be dinner time and he still wouldn't have eaten. And while Kate didn't work for them anymore, he could still completely hear her voice in his head yelling at him. He was pretty sure she would still yell at him if she ever heard that he was working too much or not eating enough or plain old just being him sometimes. Because Kate.
And as luck -- or was it the dome? Sometimes he was pretty sure it amounted to the same thing -- would have it, Pepper's office door had just opened as well.