[ not if fitz has any opinion on the matter. he tries to yank his hand away, but the gesture's more annoyed than violent, easily countered by ward's firm grip. ]
That isn't funny. [ it's a terrible joke, even without the terrible context behind all of this. he says it almost petulantly, which might technically be a step up from seething anger. he's still distracted by the light, anyway, watching as it fades back to orange. ]
They're not watching. [ the light hadn't reacted when he was breaking the comm or when ward was snooping around in the bathroom. though that doesn't necessarily mean anything, and he isn't sure which of the two possibilities is actually the worse option. ] It's contact-based.
[ the neutral tone's verging on cold. same approach as ward, though for entirely different reasons — it's easier to deal with this when he removes himself from it, treats it like a project instead of something personal, just shy of intimate. the comm's dropped yet again, then he experimentally places his free hand on ward's arm, shoving his sleeve back in the process.
the light shifts yellow in response. his hand moves to his forehead, eyes shut as he lets out a frustrated noise. it's at least partly contact-based, and no matter what it's a problem. ] This isn't going to work.
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That isn't funny. [ it's a terrible joke, even without the terrible context behind all of this. he says it almost petulantly, which might technically be a step up from seething anger. he's still distracted by the light, anyway, watching as it fades back to orange. ]
They're not watching. [ the light hadn't reacted when he was breaking the comm or when ward was snooping around in the bathroom. though that doesn't necessarily mean anything, and he isn't sure which of the two possibilities is actually the worse option. ] It's contact-based.
[ the neutral tone's verging on cold. same approach as ward, though for entirely different reasons — it's easier to deal with this when he removes himself from it, treats it like a project instead of something personal, just shy of intimate. the comm's dropped yet again, then he experimentally places his free hand on ward's arm, shoving his sleeve back in the process.
the light shifts yellow in response. his hand moves to his forehead, eyes shut as he lets out a frustrated noise. it's at least partly contact-based, and no matter what it's a problem. ] This isn't going to work.