Who: Daisy J and L. Fitz What: Angst. So much angst. When: Tuesday afternoon Where: Fitz's House Warnings: Talk of bad things. Status: Closed/Ongoing
After that wonderful week of alternate Fitz hell, Daisy had brought the girls back home where they belonged. And she had stuck around to make sure that Fitz was settling back in and not moping too much. Except, it was Fitz, and Daisy could see he was trying to act like everything was fine and back to normal. So she let him pretend, and just stayed. Because she knew that he was either going to end up breaking down, or going on a flailing rant, and she was going to stay to either pull him back up, or just keep the girls occupied while he worked it out.
She'd made her way over for lunch, work going easy today. Being Sys Admin for an investment firm really didn't generate a whole lot of work, except when things broke. At least she was being paid though.
"Are the girls down for their nap?" she asked as she headed into the house, noticing how quiet it was. "Or did they finally say screw toddlerhood, and head off to college?" Because, Fitz's kids.