[It's another reminder, something he did and he can never make up for that. Never.
He manages to hold it together at least and nods, pushing himself to his feet.]
Yeah, sure thing. I'll just be a minute.
[He heads out and along the hallway to Coulson's room, grabbing his things. He doesn't go straight back though. The sight of his stuff there in the room, that goddam scar...
He takes a few shuddering breaths, and leans back against the wall, eyes squeezed shut. It takes him a few moments to gather himself and then he heads back to his bedroom, tossing Coulson his workout gear with a smile.]
January 16th, Morning [Action]
He manages to hold it together at least and nods, pushing himself to his feet.]
Yeah, sure thing. I'll just be a minute.
[He heads out and along the hallway to Coulson's room, grabbing his things. He doesn't go straight back though. The sight of his stuff there in the room, that goddam scar...
He takes a few shuddering breaths, and leans back against the wall, eyes squeezed shut. It takes him a few moments to gather himself and then he heads back to his bedroom, tossing Coulson his workout gear with a smile.]
Here. How are you feeling?