"You should wear your hair like that more, Jemma; it frames your face well."
"Aww. Thank you, Fitz."
One comment. It had been said in his usual awkward way so that she dismissed it as just a friendly compliment. Now she knew the truth. He loved her hair when it was curly. That had been almost a year ago that he said it. As of three months ago, Fitz had been in a coma. As of two weeks ago, Simmons had been undercover in Hydra. She had cut her hair, and she curled it every day, hoping for the day when he'd be able to see it. To see her again. And when she'd be able to see him.