Folding her arms, Summer watched him twitch over the table. “That’s good … there a reason why you aren’t telling me the whole truth?” She tilted her head to the side. “Would you rather talk about it somewhere else?” One hand indicated the lab. “I’m not asking about it just for gossip’s sake.”
He balked at that, narrowing his eyes. There was something about her tone that sounded accusatory. “I am telling you the whole truth, thank you very much,” he snapped back. He caught his tone and then softened it to be businesslike. “Things are going well. We’ve go’ a lo’ of unique agens’ with unique talens’. There a reason SHIELD’s come asking after Agen’ Coulson?”
Reaching out, she put her hands over his wrists. “Someone has to watch out for people who go through traumatic situations. That’s me. I don’t think you can deny that Phil Coulson went through a traumatic situation. He died. I’ll be talking to him, too, don’t worry.” Summer squeezed slightly and let go, folding her hands behind her back. “Can we try this again, please? I want to know how things are going with /you/.”