[ there it is, what he's been pushing for: honesty, no matter the price. ]
Believe me. [ sighing. ] I feel the same way.
[ not his first alternate reality, and this one's giving the last a run for its money in its myriad and twisting threads, cutting into his skin. it's tiring, much like their ever-growing list of questions. ]
No. [ firm. he means that. no need for anyone else to become involved, unlike last time. it's simpler, if he handles it on his own. feigning confidence in the face of her question, he takes a sip. doesn't know what her power is, though he assumes it's to do with the mind, something similar to bobbi and strange, making in person confrontation risky, though he stands by his belief that dialogue is essential to sort this (and of course he's uneasy. how could he not be? after everything that's happened to him, the careful fingers that have plucked things from his mind and moved them around in this world and the other. caroline forbes reminds him of someone he won't soon forget.) ]
[ holding her gaze, ] But if you dreamed about me, too, [ he leans forward, hands clasped together, more curious than anything else (just as he was in the dream, though this is a shade more calculated, with his mind whirring at higher capacity). ] then we have an agreement.
[ and he'd rather like to know how she plans to proceed. can't afford to be blindsided by her in the close quarters of the train or their lodgings in new tokyo. in all things, fitz grasps for control, even if it's a small as knowing her expectations and choosing to meet them. ]
no subject
Believe me. [ sighing. ] I feel the same way.
[ not his first alternate reality, and this one's giving the last a run for its money in its myriad and twisting threads, cutting into his skin. it's tiring, much like their ever-growing list of questions. ]
No. [ firm. he means that. no need for anyone else to become involved, unlike last time. it's simpler, if he handles it on his own. feigning confidence in the face of her question, he takes a sip. doesn't know what her power is, though he assumes it's to do with the mind, something similar to bobbi and strange, making in person confrontation risky, though he stands by his belief that dialogue is essential to sort this (and of course he's uneasy. how could he not be? after everything that's happened to him, the careful fingers that have plucked things from his mind and moved them around in this world and the other. caroline forbes reminds him of someone he won't soon forget.) ]
[ holding her gaze, ] But if you dreamed about me, too, [ he leans forward, hands clasped together, more curious than anything else (just as he was in the dream, though this is a shade more calculated, with his mind whirring at higher capacity). ] then we have an agreement.
[ and he'd rather like to know how she plans to proceed. can't afford to be blindsided by her in the close quarters of the train or their lodgings in new tokyo. in all things, fitz grasps for control, even if it's a small as knowing her expectations and choosing to meet them. ]