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Launching the tape dispenser across the lab, Fitz flinched as the glass broke under the crushing weight of the dispenser. He was trying God damn it, why couldn't he just get it right?
Simmons looked over at the sound of the crash, concerned for her best friend, knowing how much pressure he was under. As she was about to go over and comfort him, the lab doors creaked open and his fiancée, (Y/N) walked in.
“Stop.”
Fitz looked up at the sound of her voice, a guilty expression on his face. “What?”
“You're stopping work for the rest of the week” (Y/N) said, raising her hand to cut Fitz off as he tried to interrupt her. “You're clearly overworked and stressed. You are overly irritated, losing your ability to concentrate, and you've started to bite your nails again. and that's the start.”
“I’m fine, Love.” Fitz looked back down at his desk, not being able to lie to her when looking at her in the eyes. He couldn't bring himself to do it, he would never forgive himself.
“I have a Ph.D. in Psychology, don't even try to lie, Leo.” (Y/N) walked over to Fitz, rubbing her hand up and down his back, trying to soothe him. “And anyway, Coulson already signed off on it. He even gave me some time off too. Let's head back to our bunk?”
Taking his hand in hers, (Y/N) and Fitz walked out of the lab, sending a small smile to Jemma on the way out.
“How about a cup of tea?”
“For you, Leo, anything.”