[ it sounds sincere, embarrassingly honest. enough to cause his heartbeat to catch slightly, make it more difficult to hold ward's gaze.
he still can't trust it. if ward wants to play loyal, like he's suddenly still part of the team or a decent friend, fitz doesn't want to put stock in any part of it. that doesn't make it any less useful.
still, easier said than done. his gaze finally drops to their hands, and he tightens his grip when he realizes his is trembling slightly, isn't entirely sure if it's because of ward or... well, because of ward. the next step's obvious. more touching. maybe even just holding hands, except the idea of it's ridiculous, too innocent and tender to have any place in this. he spends enough time being treated like he could break, feeling like he's about to; this is only control in the most fucked up definition, but he's still desperate enough to take it.
when he looks back up, the anger's there, just at the edge of his voice. ] Kiss me.
wasn't this fake married what happened here
he still can't trust it. if ward wants to play loyal, like he's suddenly still part of the team or a decent friend, fitz doesn't want to put stock in any part of it. that doesn't make it any less useful.
still, easier said than done. his gaze finally drops to their hands, and he tightens his grip when he realizes his is trembling slightly, isn't entirely sure if it's because of ward or... well, because of ward. the next step's obvious. more touching. maybe even just holding hands, except the idea of it's ridiculous, too innocent and tender to have any place in this. he spends enough time being treated like he could break, feeling like he's about to; this is only control in the most fucked up definition, but he's still desperate enough to take it.
when he looks back up, the anger's there, just at the edge of his voice. ] Kiss me.