[ he settles on a bench beyond the entrance of the sky park, unsure if it's the same one that he and markus found.
the truth is at least half what she thinks, harsh though it is: a wish that markus and strange will exonerate him for the various parts of the framework, but he also hopes they'll tell him the opposite and finally hold him accountable, if not for turning HYDRA than at least for killing agnes and mace. the core problem for fitz is that he didn't leave the framework behind. he took the doctor with him — or he let that part of himself stay at the surface, instead of pushing it down.
but hunter had told him, simply, everyone has a dark side. on good days, fitz can accept that.
with daisy sniffling, swearing that she doesn't blame him, he exhales and lets it be just that. dark sides can be checked, contained — used, like anything else. if daisy can look at him and see more than the framework, that's enough. it has to be. ]
Okay. [ he swallows, head tipped skyward. he really ought to spend more time here, considering how much he took sunshine for granted, before they locked him up at a black site. his voice quavers. ] Thank you, Daisy.
[ does she think he's over it? no. does she think this will be the last time they go back-and-forth around his worth, or the value of her reassurances, or what they mean to each other? definitely not. but it's nice — a relief, even — to put it aside for now. ]
[ it was on his mind as potential repayment, anyway: leaning against the kitchen counter with his fingers hooked on a bag of her favourite takeaway, smile sheepish. ]
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the truth is at least half what she thinks, harsh though it is: a wish that markus and strange will exonerate him for the various parts of the framework, but he also hopes they'll tell him the opposite and finally hold him accountable, if not for turning HYDRA than at least for killing agnes and mace. the core problem for fitz is that he didn't leave the framework behind. he took the doctor with him — or he let that part of himself stay at the surface, instead of pushing it down.
but hunter had told him, simply, everyone has a dark side. on good days, fitz can accept that.
with daisy sniffling, swearing that she doesn't blame him, he exhales and lets it be just that. dark sides can be checked, contained — used, like anything else. if daisy can look at him and see more than the framework, that's enough. it has to be. ]
Okay. [ he swallows, head tipped skyward. he really ought to spend more time here, considering how much he took sunshine for granted, before they locked him up at a black site. his voice quavers. ] Thank you, Daisy.
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[ does she think he's over it? no. does she think this will be the last time they go back-and-forth around his worth, or the value of her reassurances, or what they mean to each other? definitely not. but it's nice — a relief, even — to put it aside for now. ]
But you're buying dinner this time.
[ you owe me for being a drama queen. ]
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Done.
[ it was on his mind as potential repayment, anyway: leaning against the kitchen counter with his fingers hooked on a bag of her favourite takeaway, smile sheepish. ]
I'll see you tonight.