There's a certain type of pain in having a scientist's mind and a romantic's heart.
He does the math, runs the numbers subconsciously, an easy calculation he can do in his sleep. Never gonna happen is the obvious conclusion, and the thought taunts him every day in the lab as he runs tests on actual experiments. He keeps his hands busy and forces himself not to stare at her. He does not succeed.
He murmurs something just to catch her attention. She glances up, grinning, and his heart is in his head and he wonders if he'll ever be okay.
Author's Note
Fitzsimmons is canon and I've never been happier so here's a cute lil fic of Fitz pining because why not? I've never done a drabble before, and I gotta say, it's way harder than I thought trying to make a story out of exactly one hundred words.
Thanks for reading!