Fitz froze on the path before his first step, frowning. “Ah…” he circled around one way awkwardly and then back the other. Finally he wound up kneeling down on the middle step and nudging her once. “Ahm, S-Summer? Hey, ah…you’re blocking my door.”
She frowned and stretched a little, blinking up at him. “Fitz … ? I was waiting for you … “
“Ah, yeah…yeah, I can see tha’…” he extended a hand in an offer to help her up. “Why exactly are you doing tha’?”
Uncurling a little more, she showed him the jumbled pieces of a little robot in her lap. “Can you fix him?”