[ it's a helluva chestnut, isn't it? the sensitivity that fitz displays. some occasions, it infuriates her. other moments, it's downright humbling. but the very thing that sets him apart from the pack seems to be (if simmons is right, and peggy suspects she is) the same thing that he dislikes in himself. ]

I'm afraid it was something a bit more than a strop. [ she tips her glass. she drinks. she lets the whiskey burn sort out her words for her. ] I -- I may have called into question his scientific objectivity. Can food fix that?