I need a drink.
Have you seen the latest arrival?
I need to drink until I don't feel feelings anymore.
How are you doing? I can't imagine what it must be like, not remembering this place and being told you were here for months that never happened for you.
We should get drinks soon, and we can talk about how things are going.
So, I guess a marriage ranks slightly above death and resurrection in terms of things to keep secret, but I'm still side-eying the fact that you and Clint got married without telling anyone.
I swear, you spies will be the death of me.
I'm concerned about Bruce.
Don't get me wrong, I love him...but I am worried about him.
I was hoping to take a personal day Thursday, if that's all right. Nothing serious, it's just my birthday and I figured a day off might be nice.
Awkward relationship question time.
Is it a bad thing if I don't want to spend Valentine's day with you?
So...next Friday?
Mayday!
Phil is a fucking teenager.
And he keeps trying to get into my pants.
Badly.
He's seriously terrible at this. How did he ever get laid?
Someone help.