"You really could use some company, Phil. What about that cellist? Invite her out, have a nice dinner, see where things go."
No, he doesn't think that line of questioning will get anywhere. Coulson's too unsure of himself in a physical sense; he's not going to subject someone outside of SHIELD's sphere of influence to his particular brand of weird unknown.
"Can't help you with answers," which they both know, unfortunately. "It's just gonna be up to the geeks downstairs. Unless you want to infiltrate our own people, see what we can dig up. Someone's got some data stored away somewhere. Has Stark been trying to hack in again?" They need certainty where there is none. It fucking sucks. "You really might have to live with it. But hey, you're alive to live with it. That's not nothing."
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No, he doesn't think that line of questioning will get anywhere. Coulson's too unsure of himself in a physical sense; he's not going to subject someone outside of SHIELD's sphere of influence to his particular brand of weird unknown.
"Can't help you with answers," which they both know, unfortunately. "It's just gonna be up to the geeks downstairs. Unless you want to infiltrate our own people, see what we can dig up. Someone's got some data stored away somewhere. Has Stark been trying to hack in again?" They need certainty where there is none. It fucking sucks. "You really might have to live with it. But hey, you're alive to live with it. That's not nothing."