Coulson hadn't seen most of these people since his mandated psych. leave. Hell, Coulson hadn't seen most people period since his mandated psych. leave. It was strange to surrounded by so many people he'd worked with for years, who now veered wildly to avoiding having to make awkward small talk with the crazy suit who was a god puppet. He wouldn't stay long. Just long enough to show he was making an effort to the damn therapist, and maybe then they'd finally sign off on letting him go back to work. Besides, the egg nog wasn't half bad.