Coulson was on his feet that second that he saw Ward approaching. He wasn't entirely sure how to eel about the sight of the other man. He looked... different than when he'd seen him last, but in a way that was achingly familiar to what he had been used to. There had been something about the beard and even about the shaved head that he'd had when he'd stepped on the plane that had given Coulson comfort, allowed him to disassociate the man that Ward had become since the reveal from the man that he had worked with, but it seemed like here, he wouldn't be getting that convenience.
"I said I would," Coulson said, shifting his gaze over the man in front of him and shifting uncomfortably, hands slipping into his pockets as he hunched his shoulders forward. "Unlike some people, my word is actually worth something."
It was a petty shot, but even with everything, Coulson still had a few buried emotions that were scratching at him to be let out. And as far as Phil was concerned, that didn't exactly go against being civil, per say, as it wouldn't surprise him if Ward was aching to take similar potshots.
"Do you want to check to make sure I'm unarmed, or can we just assume that we were both smart enough not to even consider putting civilians at risk?" Phil asked.