"Yeah, I can see that." He's still uncomfortable with putting his identities together, but knowing his opinion wasn't the only one. If you fell along the mad scientist spectrum, you probably wanted everyone to know about your PhD.

"I'm guessing Harley wasn't a scientist." Friends taking up precious lab time seemed like something Fitz would not tolerate well. "Well, you won't have to worry about that with me. I'm pretty sure most of the friends I've met here would rather being anywhere else in Hell before sitting there watching me mix fluid."

As he talks, he starts jotting down ingredients and formulas. Should he make a thicker batch? Would the longer-lasting adhesives come in more handy here than conventional?