[ Her trust is met with a pang of disappointment. He's telling the truth, he isn't a threat — he means it, but he doesn't believe it. He needs her to trust him, wants her to; she still shouldn't, and that cold awareness cuts through any relief her answer might bring.
But he doesn't have time to dwell. Fitz's focus snaps back to the door as it splits. He can't see anything. The sounds are familiar, somehow — machines, tech. Screaming. Fitz is backing towards her without thinking, and he doesn't pull back when she grabs his hand, just hesitates for a panicked second before following her cue. ]
What— [ Does it matter what it is? Probably not. It's just fear. Fear that cuts his thoughts off, causes him to lose track of the sentence and then give up on it entirely. ]
crawls back in here
But he doesn't have time to dwell. Fitz's focus snaps back to the door as it splits. He can't see anything. The sounds are familiar, somehow — machines, tech. Screaming. Fitz is backing towards her without thinking, and he doesn't pull back when she grabs his hand, just hesitates for a panicked second before following her cue. ]
What— [ Does it matter what it is? Probably not. It's just fear. Fear that cuts his thoughts off, causes him to lose track of the sentence and then give up on it entirely. ]