[ fitz doesn't know her well enough to spot the shifts in her personality, but he can tell she's more uncertain here. and he tries not to let her hesitance sway him. 'cause he needs to be hardened, no longer prone to sentiment.
(but she told him how she died, and she hadn't sought his company today. he went after her. it feels different, when he knows it shouldn't, still tired and processing.)
for a moment, fitz bites the inside of his cheek, debating his response. how much to give? they both have limited moves, going forward. better to choose than be forced, always. and it hadn't been a terrible deal, given her potential to unlock certain aspects of their displacement — and apparent interest in fitz not being dead. yeah, alright. just another twist of his hands before he decides. bit awkward today, wear enough to be more man the spy. ]
Then I hope you like b-positive. [ one side of his mouth tugs, there and gone, like he might find his own phrasing amusing, even in unsteady circumstances, but there's sincerity in his features, too. they're re-negotiating. ]
And if I still want to understand... [ an echo of what he said in the dream, only he'll have the words to ask proper questions now. his focus settles on her, then, the rest of the dining car (clinking cups, dull chatter) blocked out. ] ...will you help me do that?
[ the nature of her, the blood, and the mind manipulation, yes, but also something as simple as what happens once we reach new tokyo? ]
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(but she told him how she died, and she hadn't sought his company today. he went after her. it feels different, when he knows it shouldn't, still tired and processing.)
for a moment, fitz bites the inside of his cheek, debating his response. how much to give? they both have limited moves, going forward. better to choose than be forced, always. and it hadn't been a terrible deal, given her potential to unlock certain aspects of their displacement — and apparent interest in fitz not being dead. yeah, alright. just another twist of his hands before he decides. bit awkward today, wear enough to be more man the spy. ]
Then I hope you like b-positive. [ one side of his mouth tugs, there and gone, like he might find his own phrasing amusing, even in unsteady circumstances, but there's sincerity in his features, too. they're re-negotiating. ]
And if I still want to understand... [ an echo of what he said in the dream, only he'll have the words to ask proper questions now. his focus settles on her, then, the rest of the dining car (clinking cups, dull chatter) blocked out. ] ...will you help me do that?
[ the nature of her, the blood, and the mind manipulation, yes, but also something as simple as what happens once we reach new tokyo? ]