Simmons walks into his flat and he shuts the door behind her, and his stomach seems to flip in a way that he's not certain should be attributed to hunger or nerves. Maybe it's a bit of both. Either way, it's the first time she's been inside, and his makeshift workspace is a great deal less tidy than they'd kept the lab on the Bus.
"It's a, um," he starts, and though he knows what he's been tinkering with, can't find the word again. It's frustrating, because so much of the time, it feels as if he's worse around Jemma.
"I thought I should get a real read on Darrow. Take... readings."
He shuts his eyes for a moment, already disappointed with how this seems to be going.
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Date: 2015-11-06 07:16 am (UTC)"It's a, um," he starts, and though he knows what he's been tinkering with, can't find the word again. It's frustrating, because so much of the time, it feels as if he's worse around Jemma.
"I thought I should get a real read on Darrow. Take... readings."
He shuts his eyes for a moment, already disappointed with how this seems to be going.