Fitz took a deep breath, wringing his hands. He knew he was probably overreacting, especially since all Skye was doing was showing him a silly video of the guy Fitz liked, but–he just couldn’t–he’d been putting off actually freaking out and just seeing Jonathan on the screen just… ugh. He nodded at Skye’s question, pacing for a few seconds more before walking over to her. “I don’t–I didn’t remember, anything, but I–we–” He took a deep breath and unbuttoned the first buttons on his shirt, loosening his tie and pulling his collar down to show her the hickeys. “That’s not–not all that we… Skye, we…”
She softly traced the hickeys with her fingers, retracting her hand with a nod. This place had singlehandedly taken away her ability to be be bothered by anything. It’s as if she was rapidly approaching the middle-aged parent territory. Not surprised, just disappointed. “Yeah, I’m familiar with what comes after those. My question is, why did you just have a meltdown over a bare torso? Did he hurt you?”