[ Fitz has noticed the shift, unsure what caused it. Although he eeps tabs on their numbers, he doesn't know who's disappeared. At this point, he can assume most people have lost someone in the past few weeks. That's part of the game, here. ]
We'll figure it out.
[ Soft but firm, in the face of Dick's frustration. Won't be a literal defence mechanism like Carter or the others with similarly combative abilities, but it could be figurative like Fitz's own or more linked to other aspects of his personality, like Bobbi's manipulative abilities or Strange's neural-programming.
A little nod, then, as he lifts another stone. Tests the weight with a catch and release in hand. When he feels Dick's eyes on him, waiting, he throws it forward, skipping it through one portal, and out another, then yet another opens, releases, opens, releases — ping-ponging the stone all around the cavernous space. The network of rapid gateways requires greater concentration than anything up to that point: Fitz's brow creases, his shoulders coiled tight, and his eyes shift (sharp, precise movements) as he charts the path. Finally, he misses the stone, and it drops with a thud, echoing across the space.
Just like that, Fitz relaxes.
He slots his gaze back on Dick, watchful for tells of discouragement. ]
Maybe it would help to — feel it, y'know. [ gesturing between them. ] The way I feel, when it's happening. [ using the bond, he means. ] Daisy's always telling people to meditate — that it's in their heads.
[ And what could provide more of an insight than their empathetic connection? ]
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We'll figure it out.
[ Soft but firm, in the face of Dick's frustration. Won't be a literal defence mechanism like Carter or the others with similarly combative abilities, but it could be figurative like Fitz's own or more linked to other aspects of his personality, like Bobbi's manipulative abilities or Strange's neural-programming.
A little nod, then, as he lifts another stone. Tests the weight with a catch and release in hand. When he feels Dick's eyes on him, waiting, he throws it forward, skipping it through one portal, and out another, then yet another opens, releases, opens, releases — ping-ponging the stone all around the cavernous space. The network of rapid gateways requires greater concentration than anything up to that point: Fitz's brow creases, his shoulders coiled tight, and his eyes shift (sharp, precise movements) as he charts the path. Finally, he misses the stone, and it drops with a thud, echoing across the space.
Just like that, Fitz relaxes.
He slots his gaze back on Dick, watchful for tells of discouragement. ]
Maybe it would help to — feel it, y'know. [ gesturing between them. ] The way I feel, when it's happening. [ using the bond, he means. ] Daisy's always telling people to meditate — that it's in their heads.
[ And what could provide more of an insight than their empathetic connection? ]