→ to: coulson
coulson: i've stared at this for twenty minutes now and i still don't know what to address.
coulson: i suppose i'll start with thanking you for your optimism.
coulson: but skye, are you okay?
skye: no offense but fuck
skye: YEAH IM TOTALLY OKAY
skye: just climbing the corporate ladder, one sexual text accidentally sent to the wrong person at a time. (:
skye: try it with fury, feels great.