Yeah, well if you wanted to keep us out of it, maybe you shouldn't have— [ this time, fitz cuts himself off intentionally. he isn't supposed to be upset because ward acted like his friend, acted like something else entirely. he's meant to be upset on behalf of everyone, the team, simmons and skye and may.
he doesn't step back, but he does drop his gaze, anger briefly derailed by embarrassment. his focus catches on the nightstand when he does, the details of the room; it doesn't help. it's just a mockery of his own selfish, personal hangups, and he tries to push it all back, bottle up the anger and scrape together some self-control. ]
It doesn't matter. The team won't trust you.
[ he tries to make it sound detached and impersonal, but now that the anger's died down he just sounds upset. he turns away without meeting ward's eyes again, picks up the comm with every intention of acting like the conversation's over — then stops, attention shifting to his hand as the glowing mark flickers red. ]
lovingly smothers you in them
he doesn't step back, but he does drop his gaze, anger briefly derailed by embarrassment. his focus catches on the nightstand when he does, the details of the room; it doesn't help. it's just a mockery of his own selfish, personal hangups, and he tries to push it all back, bottle up the anger and scrape together some self-control. ]
It doesn't matter. The team won't trust you.
[ he tries to make it sound detached and impersonal, but now that the anger's died down he just sounds upset. he turns away without meeting ward's eyes again, picks up the comm with every intention of acting like the conversation's over — then stops, attention shifting to his hand as the glowing mark flickers red. ]