“The universe threw us at each other a number of times,” he says with a laugh, “but all our attempts at flirting nearly ended up in fistfights. Then, after four years of that, finally something clicked.”
They wed in 2001.
When he first took on the role of Coulson, Gregg saw comics-bred cinema as a breed apart from the dramatic work he had done.
“I had worked with Mamet, Macy, (’West Wing’ mastermind Aaron) Sorkin! I thought this would be different, that it would be slumming in a pop-culture world.”
He now eschews such snobbery.
“When I see the connection that this kind of project has made with people on a global level, I realize that’s what I got into acting for,” he says. “I don’t think there’s a higher, more highbrow goal to hope for. After all, Shakespeare wasn’t doing work for the queen, he was writing for a bunch of people chewing on disgusting sausages and talking back to the stage.”
Gregg laughs and effects an apologetic air. “I don’t mean to retroactively trash the sausage vendors of Elizabethan England!” he says. “I just destroyed their Yelp rating.”