Chuckling once more, he took the gun from her hands and took a loose cleaning rag from his desk while shining it. Leaning on the desk, he kept on talking to her. “Of course I had, three and a half cups of coffee because I’m too stressed out to teach anyone anything.” Coulson sighed and continued to shine and glance at his old revolver. “If only May was here to give me that slap of hers.”
“Oh, wow,” she sighed out, eyeing him carefully. His actions were too self-destructive, even for Coulson, and she couldn’t deny she was concerned. “What’s up, AC? Anything I can do to help you get through today? I mean, I won’t slap you unless you ask really nicely and even then probably definitely not, but you get the gist.”