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“Another round, Tremors?”
You look over at Mack, with his wry smile and twinkling eyes, and throw the controller on the coffee table.
“You really could play this all day, huh?”
Mack shrugs. “It’s not like there’s anything else to do. You’re just antsy because you’ve been going from one catastrophe to another. Silence doesn’t mean that anything’s wrong.”
You pick up your beer, feeling the coolness of it against your fingers before taking a sip. You scratch at the bottle’s label with your thumb.
“Yeah, well it sure feels that way.”
Mack chuckles and shakes his head at you. “Look, I know that you’re a superhero—a literal, save-the-world-before-breakfast superhero—but even you have slow days. Why don’t you relax a little?”
You almost want to take offense, because you are many things, but you are not the uptight stick-in-the-mud that he seems to be implying you are. But then, you also feel the tension inside you, like you’ve got energy building up in your blood cells. What if you explode?
“There’s got to be something I can do,” you say, already ticking off a list of tasks in your head. “I wonder what FitzSimmons are up to?”
“FitzSimmons?” Mack raises an eyebrow at you. “I heard Coulson say that the other day. Like they’re one person, or something.”
“They are! I mean…” You pause, remembering that Mack has only seen them after, not before.
“Yeah,” he sighs, “I know what you mean. I’ve heard the stories. Still seems weird to me.”
“Well, that’s just… that’s because of how you met them. When I met them, they were like Siamese twins.”
“And I met them after they broke.” Mack sighs again, taking a sip of his own beer. “You know, maybe things will work out for them now, since Fitz is over her.”
You sit straight up. “Over her? Why would you think he was over her?”
“Because he is,” says Mack, shrugging. “He knows she’ll never feel the same way, and he’s made peace with it. Now they can be friends again.”
“Wait,” you say, “you really think that?”
“Some people aren’t meant to be together, Tremors.”
And somehow, it’s that warm smile of his that lights a fire in you. You grab your beer bottle and stand up.
“You’re wrong,” you say, “I’ll prove it to you.”
“Oh yeah?” Mack leans forward, as if he’s amused by all this.
“How are you going to do that?”