his gaze was wary as she spoke, as she said those words he felt like he’d been waiting FOREVER to hear. for her to listen — though she never said she’d try and understand. brows pinched as they rose, dark eyes only seeming darker above the deep purple bags beneath them. he swallowed dryly, walking in a slow and methodical pace back and forth. hands linked behind his back as he looked down at the floor. he wanted to ask her if she really meant it, his mind had played tricks on him more than once and though he knew this wasn’t a hallucination thanks to the pressure he was applying on the scar of his wrist, it still seemed too good to be true. there had to be a catch. but, of course there would be and that would just have to be the risk he was willing to take. exhaling softly, he came to a stop in front of her, turning in a smooth, slow motion as he attempted his best at a soft smile, raising a curious brow. “ how much time do you have…? ”
she watched him pace in front of her, his body tense, as if he was about to be attacked. which, honestly she couldn’t blame him, he’d been treated like he was some kind of wild animal. it wasn’t entirely wrong, but it wasn’t entirely right what they’d done. he hadn’t gotten any kind of trial, hadn’t had to face a jury of his peers. not that he had any peers, or anyone like him, really he was unique, different, even from the other specialists. seeing him come to a slow, almost bracing himself as he looked at her she gave a slow shrug. “how long will we need?” she asked, her voice soft, pulling the chair fitz had sat in, in front of the doorway that would open the forcefield. “i’ve got nothing but time, no more shield, no more missions,” she pointed out, a brow arching as she leaned back, arms crossing. she’d listen, she was willing to do that at least. her eyes flicked down his hands, not that she could see them, but she knew what he was doing, she’d seen him do it before.
