The door is half-open. Low short knocks. Slowly, Fitz gives a step into the office to look inside. He sees nobody. He decides to go in and leave the object on Coulson's table anyway.
"Good morning," a male voice surprises him.
"Dr. Garner…," Fitz notices his face on the screen of the wall behind him.
"He is coming right away." Fitz nods. "Don't forget you can reach me whenever any of you need me. Like this or any other way," says kind of hopeful the psychiatrist with a gesture.
Fitz smiles softly. "Thank you." His foot heads the door for a second and then goes back to its original position. "We've encountered a lot of monsters."
"Yes."
"For the first time we want to kill one." Dr. Garner keeps quiet. "Does that turn us into him?"
He deliberates on his reply. "Feelings and thoughts aren't actions."
Fitz stares serious. "What if one of us really intended it?"
"Well, you are raising a complex issue. We can't be categorical without the whole picture." Fitz looks disappointed for a moment. "First of all, could this person have a different motive from yours?"
Fitz unsuccessfully searches for the answer on the floor at the same time as in his mind.
Coulson goes in.
"Hey, sir," Fitz has awaken, his hand points at the table. "Later."