"She has done that before. I was in the infirmary and couldn't escape." So he had just used the 'morphine' button instead to make himself knock out. A pleasant escape. He didn't mean any harm in saying Phil's voice put him to sleep. It was familiar. One of only a couple things in the world that Clint categorized as 'safe'. In his eyes, nothing could go wrong when he had Phil around. He had been his handler for many years. His friend for a shorter time than that.
"Well, I guess that's a reasonable difference. I'll accept it." He laughed as he continued walking, stopping at the door to his little room. "By all knowing do you mean, you spy on all the little agents? Or are you really...a robot?" He joked haphazardly. Knowing exactly which buttons hit where when it came to Phil. Clint was still amused at the assumption that Coulson was a robot by many junior agents.
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Date: 2012-05-28 08:53 am (UTC)"Well, I guess that's a reasonable difference. I'll accept it." He laughed as he continued walking, stopping at the door to his little room. "By all knowing do you mean, you spy on all the little agents? Or are you really...a robot?" He joked haphazardly. Knowing exactly which buttons hit where when it came to Phil. Clint was still amused at the assumption that Coulson was a robot by many junior agents.