"He worries about us more," he murmurs. Or at least Coulson had a bad habit of worrying about him. Then again the man had been his handler for so damn long. "You've never really seen him pissed off."

Couldn't move him... of course she could. Though he closes his eyes at those words. They'd lost everything... "My bow?" Because he doesn't remember it being gone. Then again there's quite a bit he doesn't remember. It's just not something he'd ever admit to.

"Of course not," he murmurs with a pained smile. "I'd never be opposed to being stuck with you."