Who: Leo Fitz and Jemma Simmons What: Heeeey about that baby thing When: Wednesday evening Where: Their house Warnings: TBA Status: Closed/On-going
He'd been having nightmares for days and they were always the same -- being at the bottom of the ocean, being brought up, the brain damage, the having to fight his way back to normal. The how he almost didn't make his way back from it. Oh, everybody would say there'd never been any doubt that he would, but he knew he would've had problems forever.
He hadn't slept much the past few days, was glad to see that he was far from the only one. Wished that it wasn't happening like this, yes, but was glad to see that he wasn't the only one suffering. At least it was the town at it again and not just him.
Fitz was restless, but he was also exhausted, which meant that he was very definitely not tinkering with anything. He didn't want to end up hurting himself any. So instead he was sitting on the couch watching a documentary on TV. Not that he could tell you what at this point, he was so inable to pay attention.
He glanced towards the doorway when Jemma came in -- he heard her footsteps, always knew them. "Hello, you."