[ Fitz rocks up after Markus, the same as the first time. After they went their separate ways on the day of the outbreak, his injuries escalated. Bandages cover his right hand and criss-cross around his neck, with visible bruises up and down his arms, exposed by the short-sleeve button down. It's too hot to bother with anything else, least of all when he's on sick leave.
His mouth quirks downward, the tell that he isn't looking forward to this, despite asking Markus to talk in person. He skims over his friend (*pending approval), taking in his state of injury and recovery, brows creased with worry. ]
Hey. [ Fitz doesn't sit, looking down at his feet even as he makes a vague gesture with his bandaged hand. ] I didn't realise it went that badly — with Daisy, I mean. I should've said something sooner.
[ which is still not what this is about, but he's stalling. ]
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His mouth quirks downward, the tell that he isn't looking forward to this, despite asking Markus to talk in person. He skims over his friend (*pending approval), taking in his state of injury and recovery, brows creased with worry. ]
Hey. [ Fitz doesn't sit, looking down at his feet even as he makes a vague gesture with his bandaged hand. ] I didn't realise it went that badly — with Daisy, I mean. I should've said something sooner.
[ which is still not what this is about, but he's stalling. ]