( her limbs feel heavy, as if they're filled with a strange mixture of cement and sloshing water. mixed with the exhaustion that settles in every nook and cranny of her bones — unsurprisingly, there are quite a few of those lately — it seems that skye may never find it within herself to move.
she feels sort of bad about his cardigan. not too much; it's a fleeting regret that passes without fanfare, in one metaphorical ear and out the other. to be fair, he can just buy another. there's no shortage of cardigans available for catalog purchase. but when he mentions it, she frowns, mouth pressed firm against the crook of his neck even as she does her best to take in slow, steady breaths.
it's a bit of a losing battle, what with the choking cries that keep getting muffled in her throat, but she's doing her best. in between, words croak out, quiet and unsteady: )
I'm sorry. ( about the cardigan. about jemma. about making him lie. about ruining the team. about being wrong. about so many things that she can't quite put into words, so many meanings that her voice cracks in the process, hot tears spilling out again beneath tightly shut lids. ) Fitz, I'm so sorry...
( well, if it wasn't already ruined, it surely will be now. )
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sobs aggressively into my own cardigan.
she feels sort of bad about his cardigan. not too much; it's a fleeting regret that passes without fanfare, in one metaphorical ear and out the other. to be fair, he can just buy another. there's no shortage of cardigans available for catalog purchase. but when he mentions it, she frowns, mouth pressed firm against the crook of his neck even as she does her best to take in slow, steady breaths.
it's a bit of a losing battle, what with the choking cries that keep getting muffled in her throat, but she's doing her best. in between, words croak out, quiet and unsteady: )
I'm sorry. ( about the cardigan. about jemma. about making him lie. about ruining the team. about being wrong. about so many things that she can't quite put into words, so many meanings that her voice cracks in the process, hot tears spilling out again beneath tightly shut lids. ) Fitz, I'm so sorry...
( well, if it wasn't already ruined, it surely will be now. )
I'm so stupid.