[He goes to sit down on the edge of the bed, stretching his legs out in front of him. His gaze lingers on that scar for a moment before Coulson pulls the shirt on, covering it. It's a relief not to see it, and that makes him feel guilty as all hell.]
I bet it's weird. You were a cat, Coulson. That's never going to not be weird.
January 16th, Morning [Action]
I bet it's weird. You were a cat, Coulson. That's never going to not be weird.