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They’re all a little broken in their own way, very few people in SHIELD aren’t, but most agents hide their brokenness behind orders and missions and the silence of secrets too important to risk in the light. Fitz and Skye aren’t agents though, not really, not in the way the others are, and they don’t have the training or mental fortitude to cover up their pain like they think they should.
All it takes is stumbling over a word or the vague reminder of happy memories or an empty seat where once there was a smiling face to break them down a little more, to get them to curl in on themselves or lash out at random, the only protection they know for the tender spots trauma was so kind to leave behind.