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On Tuesday afternoon Fitz anxiously makes his way over to Hartley's Flowers and pauses outside of the little shop for a few moments before actually finding the courage to walk in. He's overwhelmed by both the sight and the smell that greets him when he steps inside and his eyes bug out slightly as he takes in the bright colors in the rows and rows of flowers.
Fitz makes his way through each row, mentally crossing off flowers as he does. He paces down the aisles a dozen times before he hears a voice call out from the back. "You need some help kid?"
Fitz blinks quickly as he turns around and looks at the gruff woman standing with a pair of clippers in one hand and a small watering can in the other. "Oh… Umm… No thank you."
The woman raises an eyebrow at this and moves to place the gardening objects on the stool beside her, freeing her hands so that she can place them on her hips and stare him down. "Really? Because you've been pacing and mumbling in here for over twenty minutes."
Fitz opens his mouth to respond but stops when the woman, presumably Hartley, levels him with a look that causes his denial to stop in his throat. He sighs and looks at her with pleading eyes, "No, not really. I'm desperate for some help."
Hartley nods at this before moving closer to him and letting her gaze roam over him for a few uncomfortable seconds. "From what I can see… You've gotten yourself into a bit of a pickle." She straightens for a moment before leveling him with a knowing look and asking, "Who do you need to apologize to?"
Fitz blinks in surprise and stutters out, "Wh… what?"
Hartley gives a small chuckle at this before tilting her head and motioning for Fitz to follow her as she moves down the row and talks over her shoulder. "Your cluelessness leads me to believe that you're not exactly used to shopping for flowers, and the fact that you're not vibrating with excitement makes it pretty obvious that you're not here looking for first-date flowers. I've seen the expression on your face about a million times kid, you're here because you need to apologize for something so my question, again, is who do you need to apologize to?"
Fitz is silent for a few long moments, ruminating over the fact that this stranger has been able to perfectly guess the reason for his visit, and his quietness spurns the woman on.
"My guess? You're here because of a girlfriend or, based on the despondent look on your face, an ex-girlfriend. If you were here for a relative you would have just grabbed the cheapest flowers you could find and be out of here within a few minutes. Instead, you've been walking around aimlessly going on half an hour, meaning you want to find the right flowers to apologize with."
She pauses in front of the blue and violet flower section and glances at him quizzically. "Am I close?" Fitz just nods his head slowly, mouth agape, and Hartley smiles at his silent response, "Yes I thought so." She turns to face the row of flowers in front of her and begins to pick some out as Fitz watches her arrange them. "I would recommend a nice mixed bouquet of blue and violet Hyacinth. The aqua-blue represents sincerity while the violet represents the asking of forgiveness. They also have a nice fragrance, which is a plus."
Fitz's nodding quickens as he eagerly holds his hands out for the flowers. Hartley gives another wry chuckle and places them gently in his hands so that he can stare inquisitively at them before taking a whiff of them. A small smile crosses his face and he turns to Hartley in appreciation. "Thank you."
She nods her head and moves to the small register in the back of the building. Fitz quickly follows and blinks in surprises when the woman says, "Hand me the flowers." She can clearly see his confusion because she lets out a small smirk and rolls her eyes in what he thinks is feigned exasperation. "I'm going to tie them up and make them look pretty. You can't just hand a girl loose flowers and expect to be forgiven."
Fitz ducks his head bashfully at this as he extends his arm and watches with fascination as Hartley deftly arranges the flowers into an actual bouquet. He pulls out his wallet once she's finished and eagerly hands her the money as the old register dings. He feels like a bit of a smarmy dick when he says, "Keep the change," and Hartley must agree because she gives him a look that leaves him squirming in discomfort.
"For… For the help I mean. I probably would have ended up with roses if you hadn't stepped in to save me." He's entirely sincere with his statement and sighs in relief when Hartley's look softens and she nods his head at him as she takes the money in his outstretched hand and places it into the register.
He gives her a tentative smile and picks up the flowers before giving her a small wave and turning to exit the shop. He almost makes it to the door when he hears her call out again. "Hey kid?" Fitz turns to look at Hartley who is staring at him intently as she asks, "Will the flowers fix things?"
Fitz is silent for a moment before he sighs and shakes his head. "Not even a little bit."
He leaves the little shop with another small wave and walks a few blocks over to pay a visit to Ms. Weaver. The second he steps into the little chocolate shop, Weaver glances between the expression on his face and the flowers in his hand and says, "Oh Leopold, what have you done."
He doesn't really feel like going into it so he shrugs forlornly and makes his way over to the little glass case that houses all of the best chocolates. "Something that needs to be undone with some flowers and chocolate. I'm halfway there and was hoping you'd help me with the latter bit."
Weaver gives him a warning look, "If you've done something to hurt Skye…" Fitz cuts her off with a vehement shake of the head before she can finish.
"No not Skye… A different girl… A girl that I really like and really need to apologize to." He gives the other woman a pleading look as he begins to bounce on the balls of his feet.
The other woman raises an eyebrow at him before quickly putting on a pair of disposable gloves and plucking various chocolates from the display. She moves to drop them in a little bag before she stops herself and instead selects a nice box. Fitz watches as she gently places each small piece of chocolate into the box and arranges them neatly by color and flavor. Fitz's mouth waters slightly at the sight and, just as Weaver is about to place the lid on the box, he opens his mouth to speak. "Do… Do you think you could add a few caramels too?"
The moment the word leaves his mouth Fitz's mind conjures up an image of caramel eyes that never fail to leave him somewhat stunned. He sighs slightly at the image but gives Weaver a grateful look when she moves her arm slightly and begins plucking some of the treats and placing them in between the chocolates. She turns around and begins tying a bow around the box and when she moves back to him, Fitz feels slightly choked up when he sees the purple and blue ribbons that match the flowers exactly. He gives Weaver an appreciative smile as he hands over the money in exchange for the box, and the smile grows slightly when she sympathetically says, "I hope the chocolates help."
He nods in assent and mutters a quick, "Me too," before he turns to exit the store with a small wave.
Fitz's heart begins to hammer in his chest during this last bit of today's journey and he stands outside of the apartment building for a full five minutes before walking in. He passes the row of mailboxes and begins to ascend the stairs, each step feeling as though it's bringing him that much closer to his doom. He makes it to the sixth floor and doesn't give himself time to question his actions, knowing that too much thought will likely cause him to psych himself out, and instead walks down the hallway to 6C in a few long strides.
He takes one deep breath before knocking on the door and strains his ear for an indication that someone is actually on the other side. He straightens up when he hears footsteps and then deflates almost immediately as he sees something briefly block the light of the peephole.
He smiles tentatively at the small circle and holds up the flowers and chocolates and then sighs in disappointment when whatever is blocking the light moves and he hears footsteps walking away from the door. He dejectedly lays the flowers and chocolates against the door before shuffling back down the hallway and out the building.
When Skye returns from her shift and sees him lying in a ball on the couch she winces slightly and says, "How did it go?"
Fitz groans at the question and sits up to grab their scheming notebook and viciously crosses off Phase 1.
"It didn't."
-O-
On Wednesday morning Fitz wakes up early and meets Skye at the front door of their apartment. She has a bag slung over her shoulder and looks at him as though she's trying to figure out how close he is to throwing up.
Answer: Very close.
Skye pats him on the back when Fitz gets within reaching distance and he shoots her a smile of appreciation as he rolls his shoulders and takes a deep breath as he reaches for the doorknob. He pauses when his hand closes around the knob and he shoots Skye a nervous looks.
She nods encouragingly and squeezes his shoulder. "Phase Two, Fitz. Let's do it."
He gives her a small smile before wrenching the door open and stepping out into the hall with Skye hot on his tail.
They spend the walk to TeaTime with Fitz anxiously asking Skye if she's sure this is a good idea and her exasperatedly replying that she wouldn't be tagging along if she thought it was a bad one. Halfway through the journey she exaggeratedly puts her headphones on, staring at him as she does, and Fitz takes the hint and remains silent for the rest of the walk.
He's still panicking internally but he manages to stop himself from pestering Skye until they reach the little teashop. It's still closed but Fitz sees slight movement through the door and tentatively knocks against the glass. He glances over at Skye who's giving him a supportive smile and the sight suddenly makes Fitz remembers the earlier deal he'd made with Marta.
"Umm… could you take a few steps to the left? So you're not visible from the door?"
Skye looks at him in confusion but does as he asks before crossing her arms over her chest and narrowing her eyes. "Am I going to find out what that was about?"
Fitz can see Marta puttering towards the door and he sighs as he answers Skye's question. "Probably sooner rather than later."
The older woman actually looks pleased to see him, which clues Fitz in pretty quickly to the fact that Jemma hadn't stopped by since… the incident. This makes something twist uncomfortably in his chest because it means that he'll likely have to start his story from the beginning, again, and explain to Marta why he's in desperate need of her help.
Marta opens the door with a large smile and quickly envelopes Fitz into a warm hug. "Mishka! I missed you on Friday! I'm so happy to see y… oh. Hello Skye."
The older woman pulls away from Fitz and looks towards the girl who is awkwardly standing against the wall and giving a small wave. Marta's smile becomes a little strange and Skye shoots Fitz a what the hell look. Two seconds later Marta gives him the same look and he shrugs at her while whispering, "That's for the other week when you told Jemma about the table."
Marta's eyes narrow for a brief moment before she nods her head in acquiescence and motions for him and Skye to follow her into the shop. Once she turns her back, Skye quickly moves forward and pinches him in the side with a glare. "What the hell was that about?"
This draws a genuine, albeit small, smile to his face and Fitz quickly steps through the door so he doesn't get punched as he says, "I promised Marta I'd stop bringing you here. Apparently she doesn't love it when you switch TeaTime's wifi login to Tea-Bagging-Time."
He can hear Skye scoff indignantly behind him and chuckles slightly when he hears her mutter, "That was hilarious and everyone other than Marta agreed."
Fitz slows his pace slightly so that Skye is beside him and he looks down at her with a small grin. "It was hilarious. And I'm sorry for using you as a bargaining tool against Marta…" Skye glares at him at this so Fitz hastily continues before she decides to pinch him again. "…but in my defense said agreement took place the last time I needed her help apologizing to Jemma."
Skye's eyes narrow for a moment before rolling as she shrugs. "Whatever. I don't exactly love this place, which is just another reason why we need to get Jemma back. She can do weird British stuff with you and give me a break from having to pretend to like tea."
She shivers slightly as she makes a gagging noise but quickly plasters on a smile when Marta turns around sharply and gives her a look.
Fitz whispers, "Be civil," from the side of his mouth and Skye loops her arm through his as she responds with, "Always," through her fake grin.
He pats her in thanks before leading her to the table that Marta has sat down at. Apparently the older woman could sense that his early morning visit requires a seat. She'd always been fairly good at reading him, coming in a close second to Skye until recently. Now she'd probably come in third behind Skye and Jemma. He winces slightly at the thought and sits down heavily across from Marta and next to Skye. Both women notice his facial twitch and Skye looks at him sympathetically as Marta gives him a worried look.
He opens his mouth a few times to speak before he feels Skye's hand on his shoulder. Skye turns to face Marta with a look completely devoid of her usual sarcasm. "Marta, I realize we haven't always seen eye to eye…" Marta raises an eyebrow at this and huffs slightly under her breath. "…but we, that is, Fitz and I… mostly Fitz… really need your help."
Marta looks between them with raised eyebrows before leaning across the table, placing her hand on Fitz's arm, and saying, "Start from the beginning Mishka."
So for what feels like the hundredth time, Fitz recounts everything from start to finish. He leaves out some of the specifics and focuses on what he feels are the key points that will make Marta understand just how badly he'd screwed up. A few minutes in Skye pipes up when she notices Fitz getting emotional, and the story becomes a tag-team effort from then on out. The older woman looks at him in disappointment when he quickly mentions his betrayal of Jemma and gasps when he gets to the part about his brief incarceration. By the time he and Skye reach the end, Marta is leaning back in her chair with wide eyes.
It's silent for a few moments before the older woman turns to him with a doubtful look. "I'm not sure pastries will fix things this time Mishka." Fitz nods dejectedly but Skye turns to Marta with a hopeful look.
"No… they probably won't. But they'll at least be a good start."
Marta turns to the other woman and looks at her for a few long moments before she smiles and straightens up in her seat. "They certainly will be a good start." She raises an eyebrow at Skye before continuing with, "And what exactly does the rest of your plan entail."
Skye gives the other woman an innocent look that Fitz, and likely Marta, can see through completely. "What makes you think there's a plan?"
Marta just tilts her head and Skye's expression transforms instantly as a mischievous grin makes its way across her face. She leans forward excitedly she says, "Okay, so here's the plan…"
Marta eagerly listens with rapt attention, nodding along to Skye's words and even pitching a few ideas of her own. Skye's eyes bug out at one suggestion in particular and she quickly stands up from the table to sit in the seat beside the other woman as she enthusiastically says, "Keep going!"
Fitz watches in slight astonishment as the women chat excitedly and get progressively more animated. The talk for quite some time until the bell above the door tinkles and all three people quickly turn towards the sound. Billy Koenig is standing beneath the door with a look of surprise as he's stared down by the three people sitting at the corner table. After a few moments of silence, Marta stands up and yells, "Not now Billy! Go away," across the room.
The man blinks in surprise at her words before slumping slightly and turning around to exit the shop. Fitz notices the way Skye's eyes widen momentarily and looks at her curiously as she stands and yells, "Wait!"
Billy pauses at the door and looks back at her in surprise. The look of surprise quickly shifts into one of discomfort as Skye eyes him speculatively before a sly grin breaks out across her face. "Koenig right?" Billy nods at Skye's question, which causes her smile to grow. "You're the guy that just sits in here all day doing nothing?" Koenig nods again, at least having the decency to look somewhat bashful, and Skye claps her hands in delight at the sight. She moves across the room and stops before the other man as she says, "How would you like to actually do something this week?"
Both Fitz and Marta share a look at this but Skye holds her ground as Koenig stares at her curiously for a few moments. He finally just shrugs his shoulders and Skye grabs his hand to tug him over to the table. "Marta, meet your new delivery boy."
Billy blinks owlishly at this, stuttering out a, "Wait…" before Skye cuts him off and directs her gaze to Marta. "Phase Two of the plan is already in motion. Jemma will be receiving TeaTime pastries, scones, tea, etcetera for the rest of the week… and our good friend Billy will be delivering them directly to her apartment."
Everyone turns to Skye in shock at this and Fitz begins to shake his head as he speaks, "Skye I really don't think that's a good id…"
She cuts him off with an indignant expression before he can finish. "You're right, it's not a good idea, it's a great one. Jemma might actually open the door for Billy."
Fitz pauses at this and Skye uses his brief moment of hesitation to continue speaking. "Listen, it's perfect. Marta will provide you with a slew of pastries and beverages, you'll foot the bill, and Billy will make sure that Jemma actually gets them."
Fitz shoots her a dubious look and Skye just rolls her eyes in exasperation. "C'mon Fitz, you know that Jemma will either A. Slam the door in your face or B. Not answer the door at all if you're the one on the other side."
Marta, the complete traitor, is nodding along to Skye's words and Fitz slumps down in his seat as he silently admits defeat. The women grin and even Koenig looks moderately pleased by the responsibility he's being given.
Fitz spends the rest of the morning helping Marta in the shop and, when lunch time comes around, he watches her like a hawk as she arranges three boxes: one with pastries, one with a variety of jams, and one with a heaping pile of scones. She ties each one up with a pink string and he anxiously bounces on his feet as she hands them off to Koenig. Fitz gives the other man the address before hastily writing From Fitz on the bottom box so that it's hidden from Jemma's view.
Koenig gives him a determined salute before exiting the shop and Fitz quickly moves into the kitchen to fix the dishwasher as a means of distracting himself. He's anxiously replacing a washer when he hears Marta yell, "Billy," and he hastily stands up and bolts for the other room to grill the other man with questions.
"Did it work? Did she take them? What did she say?" Fitz doesn't even pause for a breath between questions and Koenig takes a step back at his aggressiveness.
The shorter man quickly looks between Fitz and Marta, both staring at him questioningly, before tentatively speaking. "I'm not sure if it worked, she did take them, and she said 'Thank You.'"
Fitz widens his eyes at the other man, "That's it? She didn't say anything else?"
Billy blinks for a moment before turning his head thoughtfully in contemplation. "Well, I knocked on her door and she answered. I told her I had a delivery for her from TeaTime and she asked if it was from Marta… I said yes because technically the food is from Marta. She gave me a rather frightening look but then took the boxes and said thank you. Then she closed the door and I left. I assume she saw who they were really from once she got inside and unstacked them."
Fitz blinks at this and Marta nods her head thoughtfully. "Koenig, you will be here to make a deliver every day at 12:30…"
"No!" Fitz cuts Marta off and glances between her and Koenig, "Don't do it at the same time… After today she'll know it's me sending them. Try and scatter the deliveries and… Actually, scratch that." He turns to face Marta inquisitively, "Do you think you could have a box ready every morning and afternoon."
Marta gives him a small smile and moves forward to pinch his cheeks. "Of course Mishka." Fitz quirks his lips at this and nods gratefully before turning back to Koenig. "Okay Billy, you deliver whatever Marta gives you whenever she gives it to you." Billy nods in determination at this and Fitz gives the other man a smile and an appreciative clap on the back. "Well okay then. Phase Two is well underway."
He texts Skye to give her an update and moves to the back room to finish fixing the washer as he begins thinking about Phase Three.
-O-
On Thursday Fitz leaves his apartment just before noon and heads towards Lola's Diner. When he walks through the door, Coulson looks up from where he's washing the counter and smiles when he sees that it's Fitz who's just entered.
"Fitz! I'm not used to seeing you this early in the day." Coulson straightens up, nodding towards one of the stools at the counter, and Fitz doesn't hesitate to plop himself down.
Coulson looks at him in concern for a few moments before moving around the counter and taking a seat next to Fitz. "Want to talk about it?"
Fitz shakes his head glumly, "I'd actually like to go one day not talking about it, if that's okay with you."
Coulson nods thoughtfully at this and is silent for a few moments before he shifts slightly, "Does it have anything to do with the other night? When you and Skye were here, both near tears I might add, talking with that mysterious woman?"
Fitz glances over at Coulson and the moment he sees the knowing look that the other man is sending him, he nods his head with a sigh. "Yeah it does."
Coulson nods his head at the response and taps his fingers against the counter before rotating his stool slightly and facing Fitz head-on. "It seemed pretty serious, and I won't ask about it since you don't want to talk about it, but I will ask… Is there anything I can do to help?"
Fitz takes a deep breath and moves his own stool slightly as he remembers why he'd come to Coulson in the first place. "Actually yes… I was… Well I was wondering if you had any prosciutto lying around…"
Coulson blinks at him in surprise and Fitz's words taper off at the look. Coulson is silent for a few seconds and then raises an eyebrow as he slowly questions what Fitz is implying. "You want me to make you a sandwich?"
Fitz smiles at the older man and shakes his head as a blush makes its way across his face. He moves his gaze to the countertop and begins folding the paper napkin into an airplane as he speaks quietly. "I was actually hoping you might help me make a sandwich… for someone else…"
He feels his ears heat up just as easily as he feels Coulson's stare. Fitz lifts his head slightly to give the older man a pleading look and feels the tension drain slightly as he takes note of Coulson's small smile and nodding head. The other man stands from the stool and makes his way back around to the other side of the counter, beckoning for Fitz to follow, as he speaks jovially. "Sure Fitz, come on back. What all do you need?"
Fitz hastily moves to follow Coulson and nervously drums his fingers against the counter as he lists off the ingredients. "Umm… Prosciutto… Buffalo mozzarella and… pesto aioli?"
Coulson nods thoughtfully at this and holds up a finger to Fitz before disappearing behind the swinging door leading to the kitchen. He emerges less than a minute later, arms laden with the various ingredients, and places them gently in front of Fitz before grabbing a baguette and a large knife. They work in tandem, Coulson slicing the bread and other ingredients before handing them off to Fitz to arrange neatly on the pieces of bread.
Fitz beams down proudly at the completed product, two sandwiches that look almost good as the ones that Jemma had made. He gives Coulson a grin that widens when the other man pats him on the back. The grin falters slightly when Coulson's expression sobers and he looks at Fitz with furrowed brows.
"Serious question Fitz…" Fitz feels his hear begin to thump erratically at the words because Coulson had essentially promised that he wouldn't ask about what was going on with him. "…you want fries with that?"
Coulson's mouth shifts back into his easy grin and Fitz lowers his tensed shoulders as he processes the other man's words. He contemplates the question before smiling and nodding at Coulson, who immediately proceeds to head back into the kitchen. He's gone a bit longer this time and Fitz scoots back around the counter to plop himself on a stool in Coulson's absence. When the other man returns, he's carrying two take-out containers that each have a generous portion of the fries. Fitz gingerly lifts the sandwiches, placing one in each of the Styrofoam boxes, and gives Coulson a grateful smile.
He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his wallet but Coulson quickly waves him off. "But…"
Coulson just shakes his head and pushes the two containers towards him as he says, "Consider this a payment for fixing the oven." Fitz gives Coulson a questioning look at this.
"But I haven't fixed the… oh. I get it."
Fitz grins as he puts two and two together and Coulson gives him a wink as he amends his statement, "Consider it pre-payment."
Fitz gives an almost tremulous smile at the other man. "Thanks Coulson."
Coulson responds with a wink and a, "Go get her Fitz."
Fitz contemplates how Coulson knows that his odd request for the sandwich means he needs to get someone but decides better than to ask him. The other man is observant and makes it a point to read people. Coulson probably knew the second Fitz stepped through the door what was going on. He gives the other man another appreciative smile before picking up the boxes and heading for the door. Fitz pauses before leaving and calls out, "I'll stop by sometime next week to take care of the oven," over his shoulder as he steps outside.
He waits outside the diner for a few moments, nervously glancing at his watch, until he sees Skye barreling down the street in his direction. "Sorry, sorry, sorry! One of the other tech guys took a longer lunch break and didn't tell me so I got stuck doing his backorders. I'm here now though! Do you have the food?"
Fitz extends his arms and hands off the two takeout boxes to Skye who grabs them eagerly before glancing at her watch in alarm. "Okay I have to book it if I'm going to make lunch with Jemma." Fitz nods at her and motions for her to get going and he smiles softly as she leans forward to peck his cheek before turning around and running back in the direction she'd just come from.
He heads back the apartment and putters around for the rest of the afternoon as he anxiously waits for Skye to return. At 4:30 she walks in and he wordlessly hands her a beer from where he's sitting on the couch as she plops down next to him. She props her feet on his legs as she leans back against the opposite armrest and stares at the ceiling. Fitz tries to be patient, he really does, but he only makes it two minutes before he can't stop himself from breaking the silence. "So…?"
Skye releases a sigh as she props herself up and stares at him. "So Jemma ate all of the French fries."
Fitz groans at this and leans back against the couch. "But not the sandwich?"
Skye's eyes widen and she shakes her head at him. "Definitely not the sandwich."
Fitz leans forward and places his elbows on Skye's shins atop his knees as he rubs his hands over his face. "Did she say anything?"
"Not really, no. I tried to be subtle about it, you know just talking rapidly about the dumbasses I work with as I opened the boxes but…"
"But what?" Fitz shuts an eye and scrunches his face as he faces Skye and notes her exasperated expression.
"But she obviously knew that only one person would make a sandwich that random and have me bring it to her for lunch."
Fitz sighs at this and nods his head. Skye's completely right, a prosciutto and buffalo mozzarella sandwich with pesto aioli isn't exactly something Skye would think to order. It likely took half a second for Jemma to realize that the lunch had come from him. Fitz rubs his face again before shooting Skye a worried look. "Was she mad at you?"
Skye just waves her hand dismissively and shakes her head as she leans back against the couch. "Nah, I don't think so. She just gave me a look, you know the look, and then kind of just passive aggressively ate the French fries. Other than that… We actually had a lovely time. Just girl talk and all that. I didn't bring you up, she didn't bring you up, and when I left to head back to work she hugged me and told me she'd talk to me later so… It was pretty solid for me actually. Probably could have ended better for you though."
She shoots him a sympathetic look at this and he pats her shin in appreciation. He's silent for a few moments as he focuses on the notebook laying on the coffee table and mentally crosses off Phase Three. So far each day had been a bigger bust than the last and Fitz has no idea what he can do to get Jemma to talk to him. The hopelessness that he's been trying to subdue for the past week comes raring back at him and he slumps down into the couch at the thought that he might not ever convince Jemma to forgive him.
He sighs again and Skye scooches over to wrap her arms around his middle. "It's okay Fitz, tomorrow we'll try again."
He's about to nod in agreement before a dawning realization comes over him and he suddenly feels an icy chill make its way through his body. His voice is a bit raspy when he responds and doesn't do anything to hide his sudden terror. "No we actually can't try again tomorrow."
Skye moves back at this and looks at him quizzically as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. He clicks on the calendar icon and selects tomorrow's date, which has one red appointment written in bold. He turns the phone to face Skye and watches as her eyes widen in realization and her face becomes anxious. "Right."
Fitz frowns at her uneasiness and nods solemnly at his friend as he glances back down at the little red letters written in tomorrow's schedule.
Noon. Courthouse.