“Blatant dislike can turn into blatant attraction. Do you not know how a love-hate relationship works? I should teach. I’m working on one, actually. I’ll personally mail you a copy when they come out. Can’t have my number one fan going without. Oh please, Fitz can take care of himself. Stop being a guard dog. It’s not a good look on you.”
“Has your writing career also extended into songwriting, and, if so, did you have something to do with that Robin Thicke hit? What was it called again, ‘No means yes’? I know he can, but it’s in my best interest to make sure he knows how to get rid of a body after he’s taken care of himself. Can’t have it strung to a tree like a virgin sacrifice, now can we, Jonathan?”
“Oh boy, Skye, you’re playing right into my erotic humiliation fantasy. Who knew that a little bit of death would make you like this? I’m almost grateful there was a death but we both know I have eyes for someone else, so as much as I would love the hate sex we could have, I’m going to have to turn you down. Maybe you could find a substitute though, like a vibrator.”
“It’s really cute how I literally just talked about shooting you and you still think my blatant dislike towards you is foreplay. Write a self-help book, I’d love to read it. Oh, and while we’re on the topic, if Fitz as much as frowns because of you, I’m gonna teach him how to hide a dead body.”
“I don’t care. Your threats just turn me on, actually. Wow, because being insulting towards me just shows that you’re a better person. Let’s face it, Skye, you think you’re the bigger person by calling me out but really, you’re just lowering yourself to my level. Welcome to the pit.”
“What, like it’s hard to be a bigger person than you? Leave the psych report to a professional, babe. I’m not claiming to be. I’m simply lowering myself to your level because it’s taking an edge off both of us. You do that entire thing where you get disgustingly turned on by being degraded, and you know I get off on winning arguments against you.”
Fitz couldn’t even look at Skye. He kept his gaze down at the blankets, picking at the edge of it. He swallowed hard, shooting a look at his friend when she sat next to him. “Oh… ehm… sorry,” he mumbled an apology for the ICER, reaching over to set it carefully back on his nightstand. He looked at her again. She was definitely not responding too great the whole… everything that had happened the past few days. Why would she? He scooted just a little closer to her. “Yeah. Reminiscing.” Fitz bit down on his lip. “I’ve just been sleeping. I thought I’d have nightmares, but, ehm, I guess not, so it’s… easier than being awake. This is worse than nightmares.”
She followed Fitz’s movements with her eyes, letting a corner of her mouth tug upwards slightly when he inched closer. “If there’s anything I know about trauma, it’s that you want to be in denial as long as you can. Keep yourself distracted. Go yell at cars on a highway, but be responsible about it. Or – ” Skye nodded at the stack of DVDs she’d brought with her that had somehow made their way on top of the cabinet next to the door. Either she forgot dropping them there once she’d witnessed Fitz’s emotional state or she was straight up losing her mind. Likely both. “We could do that.”
“So… a dead body shows up on campus and suddenly everything stops? Alright. Cool. Won’t trust you guys if we go to war.”
“I’d love to shoot you and get things going again, but I think one murder is enough. Because, you know, I’m empathetic. Whereas you’re just the other half of the word.”
maybe she should stop discriminating against people who prefer Internet Explorer and old people using computers in general. maybe not. looking at you, Coulson.
