Phil looked a little sheepish as she did so, reaching up to lower the lights.
The scar was white, jagged, ugly. Phil had been fortunate; unlike Maria he hadn't woken up bleeding. It might have killed him.
But the scar was a reminder of the reality of the dreams. That they meant something here, whether people liked it or not. And honestly, Phil Coulson worried if it was just going to break the mood entirely.