Who: Leo Fitz and OPEN What: brooding. Where: The roof of tower 2 When: Monday night. Rating: tbd Status: Incomplete
It wasn't something that he could talk to people with. No one but Jemma would understand and the last thing that he wanted to do was upset her more. Brain damage. Maybe he wouldn't die but his chances were slim and the chances of him being himself were even slimmer. Without his mind, he knew what he'd be. Just another person. There would be nothing for him to give to SHIELD, to his friends.
Fitz sighed softly as he stared down at the town below his foot. At least it was quiet on the roof. Here he could think. Not worry about everything and everyone. He had left Jemma a note and had slipped away. He wasn't sure how long he had been gone but maybe it was for the best. If he didn't get better, he was going to have to get used to being alone. The team didn't need the dead weight.
Lifting the beer bottle to his lips, he took a drink before sitting down carefully on the ledge. "I could go back to Scotland," he mused "Mum would love to have a normal son. Find me some nice person to settle down with and live a proper boring life."
He looked up at the sky. There was always the possibility he'd never go home again. That would be okay with him. He'd stay here with Roy. The others would come and go and tell him what was going on. It was cowardly but he couldn't help it.