[ that is what she feels most heavily - the sudden moment when they fall out of line with each other. her stomach drops, his flips, and she feels nauseous enough to be sick when he shifts and removes the contact, the feedback aspect of it dropping instantly. she's reminded that this is an ability, some aspect of the blue glow in their chest that allows them that link, and jemma wonders what else she'd been feeling that he was able to read.
( except that part of her misses it. not that it's a familiar feeling, necessarily, but the second the link is severed she almost feels a wall slide into place between them and she can't, she can't. not with fitz, not now. )
but then he has an arm around her shoulder, guiding her away from the masses, and while she can still feel the tension in him (a familiar tension, a taught tension, one they both picked up in the academy and that she knows she should have, if she had the capacity for anything more), the less noise she hears the easier it begins to be to breathe, and he lets her guide them, rolling every moment over again in her mind. ]
No. No that's right. [ jemma scolds herself for her own lack of foresight, for the fact she was prepared to have a scene in the middle of...wherever they are. as his arm came around her shoulder, she felt her body respond, slipping an arm around his lower back and fisting in the fabric again, using his side and the grip to steady her. it is easier, this way - with her eyes on the ground and the other distractions of city life falling away. it lets her focus just on him. on the little tilts her his voice she recognizes, and those she doesn't.
again, the question echoes - how long? - four months here, which doesn't quite line up with her six - but then he continues. six months at a hydra black site. she stops walking, then, pulling fitz to a stop next to her. a hydra black site? she looks back up to him, terrified (a silly reaction, considering it is over, that he's no longer there anymore - but the feeling is familiar, a place her body knows well) which is followed by more confusion.
the diner?
she turns her head to face him again, the confusion clear across her face, before she turns her attention back to the street. the alley. she starts to walk and hopes that fitz will keep moving with her. he's right, they can't be overheard here, and she needs time to process what this means. it creates a bit of a silence between them for a few moments, as jemma just tries to...understand, her eyes darting around the space under her feet as they walk. ]
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( except that part of her misses it. not that it's a familiar feeling, necessarily, but the second the link is severed she almost feels a wall slide into place between them and she can't, she can't. not with fitz, not now. )
but then he has an arm around her shoulder, guiding her away from the masses, and while she can still feel the tension in him (a familiar tension, a taught tension, one they both picked up in the academy and that she knows she should have, if she had the capacity for anything more), the less noise she hears the easier it begins to be to breathe, and he lets her guide them, rolling every moment over again in her mind. ]
No. No that's right. [ jemma scolds herself for her own lack of foresight, for the fact she was prepared to have a scene in the middle of...wherever they are. as his arm came around her shoulder, she felt her body respond, slipping an arm around his lower back and fisting in the fabric again, using his side and the grip to steady her. it is easier, this way - with her eyes on the ground and the other distractions of city life falling away. it lets her focus just on him. on the little tilts her his voice she recognizes, and those she doesn't.
again, the question echoes - how long? - four months here, which doesn't quite line up with her six - but then he continues. six months at a hydra black site. she stops walking, then, pulling fitz to a stop next to her. a hydra black site? she looks back up to him, terrified (a silly reaction, considering it is over, that he's no longer there anymore - but the feeling is familiar, a place her body knows well) which is followed by more confusion.
the diner?
she turns her head to face him again, the confusion clear across her face, before she turns her attention back to the street. the alley. she starts to walk and hopes that fitz will keep moving with her. he's right, they can't be overheard here, and she needs time to process what this means. it creates a bit of a silence between them for a few moments, as jemma just tries to...understand, her eyes darting around the space under her feet as they walk. ]