"Then you should have two or three." He took a seat, also on the couch with his own glass and sipped slowly. Something about the taste and the burn on his tongue and throat sent him back into his memories. Coulson went silent for a good minute, glass still raised as he stared off.
Finally the glass lowered and he spoke. "It's good that it wasn't destroyed. I don't want to think about how much money it would cost to make another." He looked over at her. "I'm fine."