[the story sounds about right, from what he knows of both fitz and simmons. he can picture tuesdays at the playground on the off chance that there isn't some disaster afoot. it makes him miss home something fierce, makes him miss gabe and when things were simpler.
and then daisy lowers her voice as if the two scientists were just within earshot rather than somewhere else entirely and unable to hear this juicy tidbit.]
You, my friend, are devious little shit. How haven't they picked up on that just yet?
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and then daisy lowers her voice as if the two scientists were just within earshot rather than somewhere else entirely and unable to hear this juicy tidbit.]
You, my friend, are devious little shit. How haven't they picked up on that just yet?