He doesn't have to keep it up too terribly long. The other Agent and Phil are returning, headed up to the car. Phil popped open the trunk and the other Agent moved for the back seat, securing something inside.
Phil? he moved over to sit a bag down, raising a brow at the man. He thought, perhaps, he heard singing as they approached. He did in fact see the dancing. Or at least the swaying.
The child was calmer. Fussing still, angry fisted but not crying as much. "How're we doing?" Phil asked with a smile at Clint.
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Date: 2013-05-18 06:12 am (UTC)Phil? he moved over to sit a bag down, raising a brow at the man. He thought, perhaps, he heard singing as they approached. He did in fact see the dancing. Or at least the swaying.
The child was calmer. Fussing still, angry fisted but not crying as much. "How're we doing?" Phil asked with a smile at Clint.