"Relaxing as fuck," Nick deadpanned; they both knew his time away from S.H.I.E.L.D. was likely anything but. Sounded like Coulson had a rough time of it, too, while Fury was gone. He regarded their empty glasses, held up a finger for Coulson to wait, and sidled back to the bar. He returned not with eggnog, but with whiskey for both of them. "Can you tell me what the problem is?" he asked as he handed over the glass. "Cause your doctors sure as hell haven't been much help."