[ over the past two days, fitz has flitted in and out of the safehouse, often with supplies in his rucksack and hands, so he's spied max around the building. his ability to come and go speaks to his status as a previous arrival, as do his tailored button-downs, and general friendliness with the older hands on deck, both displaced and morningstar alike.
on this occasion, he catches her unloading a box of clothes he left behind for the new arrivals, intending to sort it after his shift, only it's already halfway done. despite the building anxiety of the last few days (weeks, months), the corners of his mouth quirk. ]
[ as he approaches, he clears his throat. ] You'll be putting me out of a job.
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on this occasion, he catches her unloading a box of clothes he left behind for the new arrivals, intending to sort it after his shift, only it's already halfway done. despite the building anxiety of the last few days (weeks, months), the corners of his mouth quirk. ]
[ as he approaches, he clears his throat. ] You'll be putting me out of a job.