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[shes_biochem]

She'd had to bribe Bobbi to take her off the ship with a whispered insistence that she is not up to no good, she doesn't need protecting, and if she really must know, she's seeing a S.H.I.E.L.D. approved entity, given that Sam had helped immensely with everything that had happened when HYDRA had surfaced. Bobbi had given her a strange look, but had taken her where she'd needed to be, which is where Simmons is currently waiting on the sidewalk, holding her clutch in her hands a touch too tightly (maybe because she's got an icer in there and she's not sure she wants the host to find out when he takes it away).

She's dressed casually for this, a black shirt and jeans, but she can't help but feel nervous for some reason she can't exactly put her finger on, but she knows that it's making her slightly anxious, and she hardly does well when anxious. She tries to tell herself that it will all be perfectly fine. It's just dinner and a drink or two. There's nothing wrong with that, now is there? Besides, it's DC and there are agents all over.

And she slightly suspects that Bobbi isn't going to leave her alone tonight until she's sure Simmons will be okay.

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[shes_biochem]

"You know, I think you're the first person since Tripp to be so flattering," she says, mustering up his name as she works to get past the grief that lifts to even think about him. "I miss him a great deal," she confesses to Sam. "Did you know he was the grandson of a Howling Commando?"

[on_your_right]

"I didn't," Sam openly admits. "But that's a hell of a record. I'm glad to be compared to someone like that. Even if, you know. I don't want to be compared, exactly."

He worries about the comparison, mostly because he doesn't want to come up wanting.

[shes_biochem]

"He's not really around anymore," she says quietly, given that Tripp is gone and that's the reason for all of this. "We were just friends, by the end," she clarifies. "Things in our lives were too messy if we were to get involved, but I was happy for his friendship."

She reaches out for his hand, squeezing it lightly. "I don't mind getting a bit messy now, though."

[on_your_right]

"I'll cheer to that," Sam says, squeezing her hand back. He thinks if things are going to get messy, he wants an amazing woman like Jemma by his side while they sort through it.

"I think it's going to be good, Jemma. You just have to trust me."

[shes_biochem]

"I can do that," she says, even though there had been a time when she hadn't been able to trust anyone thanks to Grant Ward, but those times are long past now and she's moving on. She's more than ready to move on.