[ he actually snorts at the sight of the coke. it's not classy, no, (or what he'd drink if given the choice), but it's indicative of this sloppy situation. with a ragged exhale, fitz drags both hands back through his hair. ]
Hey. [ so, this is SHIELD. no failsafes, no plans. when she sets the food and drink on the counter, he claps one hand on her shoulder, a fleeting reassurance. any skin-on-skin could compound their grief. ] Guess we should've planned for this.
[ said as he sorts glasses and pours them shots. spy's goodbye, in a way. ]
[ less of a spy's goodbye, more of a spy's hopefully-see-you-soon. definitely not paying respects, even if daisy's not present for this spy's not-a-goodbye.
some situations just call for a drink βand some situations call for the sort of drink that's messy and not exactly tasteful, too sugary and too alcoholic. ]
But we didn't. [ what would they have done, anyway? what could they have done? ] Bottom's up, Fitz.
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Hey. [ so, this is SHIELD. no failsafes, no plans. when she sets the food and drink on the counter, he claps one hand on her shoulder, a fleeting reassurance. any skin-on-skin could compound their grief. ] Guess we should've planned for this.
[ said as he sorts glasses and pours them shots. spy's goodbye, in a way. ]
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[ less of a spy's goodbye, more of a spy's hopefully-see-you-soon. definitely not paying respects, even if daisy's not present for this spy's not-a-goodbye.
some situations just call for a drink βand some situations call for the sort of drink that's messy and not exactly tasteful, too sugary and too alcoholic. ]
But we didn't. [ what would they have done, anyway? what could they have done? ] Bottom's up, Fitz.
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and he moves to pour another. ]
It's just shit, isn't it.
[ not really a question. ]
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Yeah, pretty much.
[ there's nothing they can do about this. no action they can take. that's perhaps the worst part about it. ]