"Right." Fitz is watching him carefully. Carefully enough to feel the shift when it happens, and the comment's acknowledging that as much as the invite. Another glance at the dog to make sure it's got no plans to get in his space, then he takes the offered seat, leaning forward on his elbows in a gesture of earnest attention.

"It's only been a few weeks. For me, that is. Back—," home, awake, whatever they're calling it. A long few weeks, but certainly not more than a year. The quiet lingers a moment as he eyes Ellis, reconsiders his initial approach.

"But you're alright? And Wysteria? And Tony, I saw his name on the records." Still signing off on research, still here.