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Warmth came forth from the mouth of the mug that he cradled in his calloused hands. Just as the sweet aroma of hot cocoa from the mug wrapped around him, uncertainty towards this decision stirred in the cavern of his chest. He didn’t need to do this, he kept telling himself. He wasn’t an expert on the matter of consoling friends, having had none in the past, and therefore could make a catastrophe out of the situation more than lend benefits. Still, going the extra mile couldn’t hurt, right? After all, this type of gesture was one Agent Grant Ward of SHIELD, the protector, the man who cared about the wellbeing of his team, would be expected to do. If he were to play the role well, he had to exert more effort. He needed to keep in character, that was all.
Three sharp knocks soon cemented the decision, his knuckles rapping against the shiny material of the door to the biochemist’s bunk. ❝ Simmons, it’s Ward. I... uhh... brought something that may help with the... ❞ The what? The nerves? The nightmares? The trauma? Most likely all aforementioned.
❝ It would be easier to explain if you could see. Would you be able to open the door? Or do I just leave it on the floor here? ❞ Personal preference dictated that he should just leave it there for her to find once she opened her door, and then go back to his own bunk; but alas, manners would suggest he should at least wait for her response, and so he did.