slamncram:

WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU SELENE. I KNOW THIS HURTS YOU TOO. LOVE YOURSELF, GODDAMN.

Love yourself with the idea of Fitz and Ward eventually actually talking about that, and coming to an understanding that, no, the PTSD will never, ever go away, but that doesn’t mean that it needs to hurt what they have now. Fitz rejecting the idea that Ward needs to keep blaming himself for a saving attempt gone wrong. Fitz being thankful of the collars on his shirts being high enough to hide suspicious, faint marks on his neck because it turns out Ward really likes the idea of stopping the kisses for a minute or two when he suspects it’s been too long, to trail kisses over Fitz’s jaw and neck; kisses that sometimes linger a little longer than they need to, before Fitz is tugging him back to claim those lips.

SO HAH, SO THERE.