[ the glow isn't enough to tip anyone off, no, but their bizarre behaviour turns a few heads, and fitz stills, thrown by connor grabbing his wrist. his pulse pounds in his ears as something tell him to twist connor's arm, for daring to grab at him — but his instincts remain blunted by the experience of empathy, particularly connor's earnestness bleeding through the bond.
it's only then that it occurs to him how playing with other people's abilities might be dangerous, with potential damage beyond the obvious physical complications. he's not really the fitz who helped daisy anymore, is he?
even breaths. the warmth of his former reassurances cools. this is a trust exercise, isn't it? one he can't afford to blow, after initiating the damn thing. ]
Got it. [ but would he, really? if connor managed to manipulate fitz's experience of pain, to lessen it, of course he'd say something, but if connor was able to transfer hurt, well — for a long moment, they wait. fitz flexes his fingers, releasing the tension in his muscles, eying the easy curve of his own hand, no further discomfort or release to be found. his emotions pick up again, flowing back from a compartmentalisation that had nothing to do with connor. ]
[ finally, a sideways glance at his new friend, brows knit and frown tight, as if he might deliver the bad news. ] Feel your freezin' hand.
[ one corner of his mouth hooking into a smile. that's a negative on the superpower front, partner. ]
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it's only then that it occurs to him how playing with other people's abilities might be dangerous, with potential damage beyond the obvious physical complications. he's not really the fitz who helped daisy anymore, is he?
even breaths. the warmth of his former reassurances cools. this is a trust exercise, isn't it? one he can't afford to blow, after initiating the damn thing. ]
Got it. [ but would he, really? if connor managed to manipulate fitz's experience of pain, to lessen it, of course he'd say something, but if connor was able to transfer hurt, well — for a long moment, they wait. fitz flexes his fingers, releasing the tension in his muscles, eying the easy curve of his own hand, no further discomfort or release to be found. his emotions pick up again, flowing back from a compartmentalisation that had nothing to do with connor. ]
[ finally, a sideways glance at his new friend, brows knit and frown tight, as if he might deliver the bad news. ] Feel your freezin' hand.
[ one corner of his mouth hooking into a smile. that's a negative on the superpower front, partner. ]