[ how are they, in a world with will? he'll never know. odds are there's a timeline where jemma and will make it work. maybe there are multiple, outnumbering the ones where fitz finds simmons.
he tries not to think about it ('cause it's stupid to be jealous, when jemma's her own woman, and will's a good man).
whatever guilt twists at the omission (a kindness for now, he thinks) is drowned out by the fondness that blooms with her smile. his mouth curves, mirroring her expression. he can handle the burden of any future, if it means a present where she's with him and content. that she keeps him close instead of pushing him away is too much — a crackle of something more sparks through the bond.
he wants to kiss her. and he would, if they were in perfect alignment. ]
Any time.
[ 'cause... time travel... he lifts his hand from her face, turning it to lace their fingers together. how strange to think that for her, they haven't moved like this. ]
Your hair looks nice like that, y'know.
[ shorter, tucked back. it's been a while since she styled it that way. ]
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he tries not to think about it ('cause it's stupid to be jealous, when jemma's her own woman, and will's a good man).
whatever guilt twists at the omission (a kindness for now, he thinks) is drowned out by the fondness that blooms with her smile. his mouth curves, mirroring her expression. he can handle the burden of any future, if it means a present where she's with him and content. that she keeps him close instead of pushing him away is too much — a crackle of something more sparks through the bond.
he wants to kiss her. and he would, if they were in perfect alignment. ]
Any time.
[ 'cause... time travel... he lifts his hand from her face, turning it to lace their fingers together. how strange to think that for her, they haven't moved like this. ]
Your hair looks nice like that, y'know.
[ shorter, tucked back. it's been a while since she styled it that way. ]