[Touch does pull focus, it picks up those fraying threads and directs them gently towards Fitz, pulling out an exhale. Breathe. Air in his lungs representing the space in his mind, all of it feeling too loose and easily shaken — always has, ever since his forced transition into a human body, twisting the world into sensitivity that he can’t keep partitioned behind militant lines of code, multitasking and prioritizing. Even Markus, emotional creature that he is, misses the feeling of an organized spirit.
(Or so he tells himself, believing that the loss would sting less, in a mind able to parse it better.)
And yet the question is an easy one, the easiest thing said between them thus far.]
Of course you are. An irreplaceable one.
[The quirk of his lips, barely-there.]
One of the best humans I’ve had the pleasure of knowing, even if you do fret too much.
[ The answer, one he knows to be true on some level (even without the bond to ensure he faces it), still manages to disarm him. Where it might've knocked him off balance before, here, it solidifies his resolve. Still takes effort to resist the kickback that has his mouth tightening (the voice that counters with all the reasons he's undeserving of that praise, everything he's done and remains willing to do). He wants to be that person for Markus, at any rate.
Ultimately, all that matters is that he was right to come and try to unpack some of the burdens on his friend. ]
My fretting got me to you, didn't it. [ a clap of his hand on Markus' shoulder as he heads further into the flat. ] Can't be all bad.
[ Concern flashes again, when he looks to Markus. ]
Figured we could talk however much you want. [ His weight shifts from one leg to the other, wanting to push just enough. Markus knows why he came here now, so may as well speak plainly, even while offering him an out. ] Or we could watch the first half of the game if that's better. [ scratching behind his neck. ] It's New Amsterdam versus New Athens in the footie today, y'know.
[ A means of offering lower pressure company (also, he's just still really into football). ]
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(Or so he tells himself, believing that the loss would sting less, in a mind able to parse it better.)
And yet the question is an easy one, the easiest thing said between them thus far.]
Of course you are. An irreplaceable one.
[The quirk of his lips, barely-there.]
One of the best humans I’ve had the pleasure of knowing, even if you do fret too much.
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Ultimately, all that matters is that he was right to come and try to unpack some of the burdens on his friend. ]
My fretting got me to you, didn't it. [ a clap of his hand on Markus' shoulder as he heads further into the flat. ] Can't be all bad.
[ Concern flashes again, when he looks to Markus. ]
Figured we could talk however much you want. [ His weight shifts from one leg to the other, wanting to push just enough. Markus knows why he came here now, so may as well speak plainly, even while offering him an out. ] Or we could watch the first half of the game if that's better. [ scratching behind his neck. ] It's New Amsterdam versus New Athens in the footie today, y'know.
[ A means of offering lower pressure company (also, he's just still really into football). ]