“Nana, Bobo, are you guys still awake?” Deke rapped his knuckles against his grandparents door and then glanced at his watch which read 1:30 in the morning.
“Coming!” Deke heard his Nana's voice and took a step back from the door, gently wiping his wet, bloodshot eyes with his hands.
“Deke? What are you doing up at this hour?” The door was slightly opened revealing a very tired Jemma
“I just need someone to talk to,” He pushed open the door and quickly took a seat on the edge of the bed, ignoring Fitz in the corner who had a towel draped over his waist and was shoving on a t-shirt.
“Deke wha-”
“Have you ever been through heartbreak?” Fitz perked his head up and Jemma took a seat next to Deke, wrapping her arm around his waist since he was too tall for her to reach his shoulders
“What do you mean Deke?”
“I mean, have you ever loved someone who loved someone else?”
“Yes.” Both Jemma and Deke turned their head to Fitz who now was sporting a pair of baggy sweatpants, “Why do you ask?”
“Say I loved someone who loved someone else, how would I get over that?”
“You can’t.”
“Fitz!”
“Well it’s true! Remember when you told me about what happened on Maveth. And then I saw the videos and photos and my whole world came crashing down.”
“Oh Fitz! You can’t still be upset about that, you know how I felt about you!”
“Ok guys seriously,” Deke announced shuffling out of his Nana’s grip to stand in the middle of the room, “This isn’t couples therapy, we’re supposed to be solving my problems here.”
Fitz shared a look with Jemma and sat down on a chair across from the bed, “Yea ok, fine, fine. What do you need?”
“Help.”
“Yea, well that’s for sure.”
“Fitz!” Jemma scolded him from across the room,
“What? It’s true.” He answered, a small snicker coming out. “But yea, how do you need us to help?”
“I need ideas. Movies. Food. Shows. Anything to keep my mind of her”
“Well, Deke,” Jemma stood up and went over to him, taking her large hands into her small ones. “It would be helpful if you were to tell us who the ‘girl’ is.”
He took a deep breath and put his hands to his side, a calming routine that he had started to do frequently. “Daisy.”
Fitz snorted and nearly spit out the water that he had just taken a sip of before getting smacked in the chest by his annoyed wife.
“What?! It’s just she’s basically your god grandmother Deke.” Fitz explained, setting down his water.
“Just, Deke, take some time, alone, to think about how you want to proceed with your actions. Fitz and I will be here for you, always. Right Fitz?”
“Hm, oh yea, right.”
“Grab some ice cream from the kitchen and put on a cheesy rom com, I’ll be down in a moment.”
“Fitz too?” Deke asked hesitantly,
“Yea, me too.”