Hand in Hand

Whiskey for Two

Philinda pairing, May and Coulson stay up one night drinking and talking.

Rated K+

Disclaimer: I don't own agents of shield or make any profit off this

Phil Coulson was sitting in his office trying to go over paperwork. However, no matter how hard he tried he couldn't seem to concentrate on the words before him. Everything was blurry and muddled but the more times he went over it the more confused he became. He knew he had to get this paperwork done but there was a pounding in his temples and an aching in his body. But he knew it would be pointless to try and sleep, rest had managed to evade him for weeks now and he highly doubted tonight would be any different. What he needed was a distraction. So when the knock on his door sounded he could've sworn she'd read his mind.

He knew who it was before she entered, May had been stopping by ever since Rosalind's death and he hadn't protested. When she walked through the door he was immediately aware of how utterly exhausted she looked. There were dark circles under her eyes and a slump in her shoulders that she usually managed to straighten. But it was the way the moonlight ghosted across her eyes that struck worry in his heart. He stood from his desk as she walked over towards him, "May." He said softly.

"Any progress?" She asked, gesturing to the mound of paperwork on his desk.

"No." He shook his head, rounding the desk to come and stand beside her, "How are you doing?"

She shrugged, trying to shake off his concern but it only increased his uneasy feeling that something was amiss, "Fine, you?"

"Fine." He answered.

She nodded and hopped up onto his desk, letting out a small-frustrated sigh at the same time. He was about to question her again when he spotted the bottle of whisky sitting on his drawers behind her. Part of him knew that it wasn't a good idea, there was a lot going on and the last thing he needed to do was get a hangover but the other part of him said to screw it and have a drink. He acted on the latter option. Without saying much he took two glasses and poured them both a glass of whisky, when he handed May hers she merely raised an eyebrow before taking a sip.

"Where did you get this?" She questioned after taking another drink.

"London I think, a few years ago when I had some time off."

"You have good taste." She said, swirling the liquid around in her glass.

He smiled, "Did you just compliment me?"

She laughed softly, rolling her eyes and shaking her head, "Don't get used to it."

They shared a small smile before Coulson turned and sat on the couch, bringing the bottle of whiskey with him. May followed shortly after she finished her whiskey, sitting down a few inches away from him and pouring herself another glass. They continued to sit in a peaceful silence for a few more minutes before Coulson spoke, "How's your head doing?" It'd only been a few days since Daisy had hit May full force with her powers and she was still recovering.

"Not great to be honest but I'll be fine."

He nodded, "I know you will be but if there's anything wrong you'll let me know?"

"Of course."

The silence that followed was comfortable, both left to their own thoughts but the presence of the other comforting in a way. Unfortunately May's mind started to wonder to darker places, namely...Lash. She'd been given a break from her usual Bahrain nightmares but in their place came nightmares of her ex-husband. Her mind drifted back to a more recent dream.