[ fitz moves with her, letting the arm around her loosen, if she means to escape him. of course he does. he followed her back to the ruinous planet to save someone else. this is nothing, in comparison.
doesn't mean it's easy to walk in silence, however. his thoughts scatter and shoot off on a hundred tangents. he hadn't known what was scaring her when he fell out of the framework, jumbled and unsure. and this, too, marks a rare moment where he doesn't know what she's thinking. is she scared for him? upset by the answer? has she noticed the change? hidden in the way he coils with a soldier's tension, not with the nerves of lab tech. parts of him are uncanny now. he knows as much, from the foreign feeling of his skin or the looks on bobbi and daisy's faces.
could use the bond to cheat and read her, but he won't. ]
I never stopped looking. [ said because he wonders if she thinks he gave up or moved on, the same way she'd asked if he even wanted to rid himself of ophelia. ] Thinking. Every day. Every morning, every evening, it's — [ you, their family, the team, this world. another couple squeezes past them, hand-in-hand, and he chokes.
the pause drags on before it's his turn to ask a question without a kind answer. his hand slips from her shoulder to the crook of elbow. ]
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doesn't mean it's easy to walk in silence, however. his thoughts scatter and shoot off on a hundred tangents. he hadn't known what was scaring her when he fell out of the framework, jumbled and unsure. and this, too, marks a rare moment where he doesn't know what she's thinking. is she scared for him? upset by the answer? has she noticed the change? hidden in the way he coils with a soldier's tension, not with the nerves of lab tech. parts of him are uncanny now. he knows as much, from the foreign feeling of his skin or the looks on bobbi and daisy's faces.
could use the bond to cheat and read her, but he won't. ]
I never stopped looking. [ said because he wonders if she thinks he gave up or moved on, the same way she'd asked if he even wanted to rid himself of ophelia. ] Thinking. Every day. Every morning, every evening, it's — [ you, their family, the team, this world. another couple squeezes past them, hand-in-hand, and he chokes.
the pause drags on before it's his turn to ask a question without a kind answer. his hand slips from her shoulder to the crook of elbow. ]
[ voice hollow. ] Jemma, where did you go?
[ he was lost to when, but she — ]