[ A duck his his head, at the apt read of his inability to stop. Then, Cain’s sharp quip startles a laugh out of him, short but genuine. Fitz doesn’t doubt that it’s still on the other’s mind (all of it, not just their own dreams but dooming his friends in the underwater facility; guilt doesn’t end with a single conversation). ]
Definitely, so what’s your excuse?
[ The question doesn’t need to be answered, joking as it is. Fitz knocks lightly on Cain’s chest, for want of his full attention, and indicates a section of the exposed inner workings of the bike. ]
Need to replace this — the hover-balancing mechanism. It’s dead fiddly.
[ teeny tiny screws hold a fragile silver cylinder in place, wedged tight between other parts. he offers 17, the correct setting already extended. ]
no subject
Definitely, so what’s your excuse?
[ The question doesn’t need to be answered, joking as it is. Fitz knocks lightly on Cain’s chest, for want of his full attention, and indicates a section of the exposed inner workings of the bike. ]
Need to replace this — the hover-balancing mechanism. It’s dead fiddly.
[ teeny tiny screws hold a fragile silver cylinder in place, wedged tight between other parts. he offers 17, the correct setting already extended. ]