[ fitz doesn't know how long they've been there, half-sat and half-crouched at an uncomfortable angle. eventually, he manages to steer them to the bed, a sturdier perch on the edge, if nothing else. he can't spy his watch from his current vantage point, with his arms tight around skye, but he isn't fussed enough to untangle their limbs. no one else has interrupted, at least, likely enjoying a drink or a nap after receiving the "positive" results forged by fitz himself. good, seeing as he thinks any of his fellow agents would question the length of his stay in the quarantine room, particularly given his recent reclusive tendencies. bit ironic that the day he finally manages to get the right words out is the same day that someone else's life turns topsy-turvy.
he doesn't want to let her go, not when every moment after this will be different. and fragile, he thinks, at least for a time. even after breaking the sanctity of the lab (of scientific protocol) and his relationship with simmons, he feels as though he should have done more. if he hadn't been so upset when he spoke to skye, or if he'd been quicker and trusted his conclusions — ]
Skye. [ without moving away from her, he starts and stops, voice soft.] Don't get too excited, but I think — [ what's the word what's the word what's the word? ah. ] — I think you've ruined my cardigan.
[ from the crying and the snot and the bloody hands. skye has definitely teased him for the cardigans before now, so he hopes it amuses her that he might lose one of his granddad-staples tonight. god, he thinks he'd say anything to make her laugh right now. he already knows that he'll do whatever is required to keep her safe. ]
that Moment™
he doesn't want to let her go, not when every moment after this will be different. and fragile, he thinks, at least for a time. even after breaking the sanctity of the lab (of scientific protocol) and his relationship with simmons, he feels as though he should have done more. if he hadn't been so upset when he spoke to skye, or if he'd been quicker and trusted his conclusions — ]
Skye. [ without moving away from her, he starts and stops, voice soft.] Don't get too excited, but I think — [ what's the word what's the word what's the word? ah. ] — I think you've ruined my cardigan.
[ from the crying and the snot and the bloody hands. skye has definitely teased him for the cardigans before now, so he hopes it amuses her that he might lose one of his granddad-staples tonight. god, he thinks he'd say anything to make her laugh right now. he already knows that he'll do whatever is required to keep her safe. ]