Fitz shook his head. "God, I don't even know what's what at the moment. It's all been a little blurry since Jemma... since she left."
He gave a laugh that was much more hollow than anything else. "You know what really sucks? The picture wall in there." He nodded back towards the house. "We never stopped doing that."
Their Daisy, when they'd known her as Skye. Steve. Sean. Clint with his family. The second Daisy who'd been in town. The third Daisy. Johanna with all of them. Melinda, with her family. So many others. As much a graveyard to the gone as it was a showcase of those still there.
"I'd avoid... I think it's the corner by the TV," he said after a second's thought. "That's where she is." He'd thought about taking Molly's pictures down when Micah started coming around but couldn't bring himself to do it.