Who: Leo Fitz and Daisy Johnson What: Kind of checking up on him, kind of... not When: Monday evening Where: The lab Warnings: TBA Status: Closed/On-going
Fitz was the only one in the lab at the moment, which was actually kind of nice. He so rarely had the chance to be the only one there, honestly. Oh, people never bothered him, but there was a different kind of feel to the place when it was just him and he liked that. It was different from when he was alone in his office at Ivy Tech, different in a way he couldn't quite explain and had no real interest in trying to.
He sat at the work station in the section of the lab that was his workspace, not working on anything other than grading papers. He'd gone easy during the summer, teaching a single course that he only had two sections of, because he'd flat out told the administration that even if were to have started coping with Jemma's absence, he would still have his daughters to take care of and there was no way to guarantee how they would be handling it.
Thankfully, the girls were both far too young to have concrete memories of Jemma, for the most part. Eleanor would have more memories of her mother -- Rowan would be dubiously lucky to have any at all, at her age -- but there still wouldn't be many. As much as it hurt Fitz for that to be the case, he was still glad for it. Better for them to know Jemma through stories and pictures and videos than to have the painful knowledge of having actually known her.
The sound of the lab doors opening caught his attention, even though he didn't glance up immediately. It honestly couldn't be that many people -- Phil and Darcy had access, Reileen, Kitty, Valkyrie since she was the head of security, the scant handful of people who had space down there, and...
"Yes, Daisy, I know I should probably go home," he said, still not looking up.