Muddy water. Not even the kind someone could drink.

Ah, God. Someone find him and his working mate here a way to knock themselves out for a few days. John would kiss whoever could do that. It was better that than before he started picking an actual fight with someone out of the need to feel productive in some manner.

An eyebrow lofted at that. Died, vanished, one too many deaths. That's the bit that stuck out to him. Either Coulson had a knack for dying, or, the two had gotten cozy in a month. Very cozy.

"I suppose that means you and Daisy come from the same reality?" What, the worst he could be is wrong. "At least you're here together. Misery loves company."