[ a noise of frustration but otherwise, he's done with the theatrics. ]

I know. [ don't say that, fitz... ] You're — I'm not very good at this, either.

[ which may seem unclear, but he means: trust, alliances. why is everyone asking him to trust them lately, anyway? why now, when he used to be good at it? 'course it's fallen to the fringes of his skillset, ol' trust, worn out and half-broken by misuse. someone once told him he'd never learn, that he was programmed for trust and betrayal, stuck in a loop. as he looks down at his twisting hands and thinks about how hard it was to tell bobbi the truth, he knows the lesson cost too much. ]

I don't exactly go around telling everyone I'm losing my head, for the record. [ a quiet thing and certainly unfair to say, true though it is. there's good faith in that gesture — but it's heavily weighted by necessity and desperation. ] I told her to call you, anyway. And that she should — consider it.

[ it's obvious what, but, y'know. he's Making a Point. He looks up, features soft, like the edges have been sanded off while his focus turned elsewhere. ]

So, we'll figure it out.

[ We. he and Stephen, that is. ]