[listen. that makes two of them, okay? just don't ever talk about it. he'd like to maybe fall back through that hell mouth again. maybe.]

The future? [it's tempting... to ask if he makes it out alive. the urge to find out itches like freshly healed over wounds, like scar tissue. he pinches the bridge of his nose and barely resists the urge to ask for more detail.] That's straight loco.

[robbie shakes his head at her question. until now, he hadn't seen anyone he'd recognized. not fitz, not simmons, no coulson. no gabe.] Nah. You're the first familiar face I've seen since I got here. Glad it's you. If it'd been May or someone else, I don't think we'd be doing a whole lot of bumping into each other.