[ Markus looks good. Not like, well, yes like that, but also in the sense that he's healing up — and styled at a level Fitz might not have noticed, if not for the very topic of this encounter. Fitz lingers by the door, playing up his wariness as part of their repartee, brows lifted in playful questioning. A journey now, is it? He's had worse partners for such affairs, if nothing else. ]

Mm-hmm. [ When Markus steps aside enough to offer him a moment inside, Fitz accepts, passing him with a light pat on his shoulder in amicable greeting. It would seem that the weight of their prior conversation has left some things unchanged. An easy familiarity and warmth continue. Perhaps they even heightened, after the kindness Markus paid him.

His eyes wander around the space, unabashed. A flat says plenty about a person, and two persons of personal interest reside here. ]

[ Swinging his rucksack round to deposit it on the nearest surface and rummage through the contents. ]

I'll just drop Connor's present, if don't you mind keeping it safe until the big day. [ absentmindedly, his mouth quirks, pleased when he removes the white, hexagonal box from his bag and practically drawls — ] Then, off we go, where no man has ever taken me before. [ a beat; he tips his head to one side, eyes crinkling. ] Shopping, I mean.

[ An intentional joke for once in his life!! Helps that he's obviously in a good mood today, more buoyant than his typical fare. Just a combination of little things, nothing spectacular. ]