[None of it enough to dissuade Markus from being this pillar in the storm. Emotions both tumultuous and steadfast are rubberbanding between them, but the android lets Fitz cry, lets him cling, allows himself to be anchor made of iron so that when the other is done, there’s something still fixed and grounded waiting for him when words return.
When there’s space between them again, after Fitz steps back with a hand still on his shoulder, the confirmation of the term comes easily enough. He replies with only the smallest tremor of ebbing, shared emotion inlaid in each syllable.]
And what kind of friend would I be if I didn’t let you be needy every once in a while? [Friend slingshotted back without any hesitation at all — confirmation for the other, an unerring absolute. It takes more than an uncertain identity and omission of information to shake something rooted more deeply into the ground.]
no subject
When there’s space between them again, after Fitz steps back with a hand still on his shoulder, the confirmation of the term comes easily enough. He replies with only the smallest tremor of ebbing, shared emotion inlaid in each syllable.]
And what kind of friend would I be if I didn’t let you be needy every once in a while? [Friend slingshotted back without any hesitation at all — confirmation for the other, an unerring absolute. It takes more than an uncertain identity and omission of information to shake something rooted more deeply into the ground.]