Three.

"You'll be careful."

It was less of a question, more a plea. Be careful, come back.

"I won't be careful, I'll get the job done."

Fitz's tone was defiantly independent, as if he wasn't going to do what he told her. He'd grown quite headstrong without her, Simmons thought.

"W-well watch your back, because I just saw Hunter with Bobbi and it made me realise that, I-" Simmons broke off. Her voice was filled with an urgency, Fitz noted, she knew what she wanted said and she was getting it out.

"W- it's just that, we never really spoke about, what you said to me at the bottom of the ocean."

Fitz froze, her words clearly taking him by surprise. It was true that they'd never talked about it, but he always thought she didn't want to, that she preferred it being left at the bottom of the ocean, both in the literal and metaphorical sense of it all.

"This?" Fitz asked, turning to look at her.

"Now? You want to talk about this now?" He asked, shock permeating his voice.

"No." Simmons laughed in what was either relief or nervousness, Fitz couldn't quite tell.

"We, we don't, ah." She stuttered.

"It means a lot to me that we're friends again and I uhm, maybe when you get back we could uhm, finally just, talk about it."

"It's," Fitz sighed.

"There's nothing to discuss Jemma." He broke his eyes away from her, and began to walk away from her, but Simmons caught his hand, turning him back around to face her.

"Maybe there is." Her voice was soft, but fast, her tone filling in a million blanks, saying so much in only three little words.

Fitz looked at her in disbelief. He started towards her, the words forming only slightly on his lips, his hand raised only a fraction, when Coulson appeared at the doorway.

"Agent Fitz, we're on the move." He interrupted.

He could barely look back at her. If he did he wasn't sure he could have brought himself to leave.