the best characters are ones that act cool or charismatic but are actually fucking losers
Eric Zayne feat. Amber Riley - Gold Generation
CONSENT TO SEX IS CONSENT TO PREGNANCY
Simmons pushes the holograph towards him, a blur of green and yellow surrounding his stationary hands. “The calculation is definitely off,” she says, her finger dancing in swirls around the image. “There’s overlap.”
Fitz’s eyes narrow. “That’s impossible.” The mental calculations swim through his thoughts, numbers crossed and divided and lifted and derived. “No, that’s definitely correct. You must have miscalculated the reaction times - “
"Are you challenging me?" says Simmons, face blank and eyes only slight hard, because the corners of her lips are flirting with a smile. Fitz hates that smile when it’s coupled with crossed arms and her tongue and teeth running across her lips.
So he tilts his head. “Yes,” he says, pointing firmly to the intersection of two seemingly parallel lines, where the silent green dot throbs. “That is impossible.”
"You’re right," she says without hesitation, stepping closer to him as she pulled a transparent rod out of the table. Her fingers draw circles and trace letters, her teeth still chewing her lips. If he’s honest, she’s mesmerizing as she works; he feels like he’s taken over her place - she’s the unsolved problem and he is the researcher, observing the curious specimen.
But then her grin turns smug as the laser dots flash and holograms click together. Frowning at the lines crawling into perfect triangles, Fitz follows the curves of the solution latch onto her thumbs when she pulls. “That was brilliant,” he says, barely a whisper, the breath between his lips stuck in his throat. His heart aches sometimes when she does this - leans over towards him, taps his notes with a firm nod, and whispers to no one about reason. “Wow.”
Simmons looks at him with raised eyebrows. “What?”
And Fitz shakes his head, pushing away wayward thoughts, since there are still stories of science to be told.