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he looks like shit. bruised and scarred to hell, he’s been sticking to the mansion && the hotel, for the sake of keeping a low profile. he also hasn’t been sleeping since they got there— not that anyone could tell by looking at him. he looked no more tired than the general exhaustion that hung from his shoulders and lingered in his eyes. the alarm on his face at the presence of another person in the kitchen at five a.m. is much clearer. it falls away fast enough as he crosses the room to the coffee maker. “can’t sleep or jetlagged?”
jetlag wasn’t something fitz ever experienced before considering he and his family NEVER traveled outside the states for vacations, but nevertheless was a concept he understood. whereas his family opted for trips down the east coast, his friends went abroad and returned with CAPTIVATING stories told from a sleep deprived mind. so while he never personally experienced jetlag, he witnessed it first hand. up until now where fitz suddenly became aware of how much of a bitch it was like his friends told him. exhaustion seeped into his bones and no matter how much he tried to settle into the new timezone, he body was still tuned into the east coast time zone. but if there was ONE positive coming from all of this, it was the cold shoulder given to him by his parents beginning to melt. with the timezone back home being twelve hours behind, the skype call he just ended with his parents was a nice substitute to sleep since it didn’t seem to be coming. fitz soon ventures into the kitchen, disheveled hair and tired eyes making his current state of exhaustion known. what he WASN’T expecting was to see wayne standing by the coffee machine with the same idea as him. ❝ a mixture of both i guess. so it sucks all the more. ❞ fitz huffs, shaking his head as he shuffles toward the older agent. ❝ so which one is it for you ?? or are you just an early bird ?? ❞







