Whatever relaxation he’d felt when Skye had opened up to him was gone when she put her hand on his and he zapped her. Fuck. He wrenched his hand back, taking a sharp breath. Nice job, Campbell, he chastised himself. “I guess you know why they call me Pikachu, now,” he said weakly. “People used to joke about me being a human Tesla coil. Sorry ‘bout that.” He exhaled loudly and downed the rest of his water in one sip. “Thank you, Skye. It means a lot.”
Good news: Skye wasn’t hallucinating. Bad news: it probably would’ve been better if she were. Seeing him clamp up made her heart sink a little, but she immediately shook it off to keep him from thinking he’d scared her. Sure, she was curious, but she couldn’t physically bring herself to make Lincoln uncomfortable just for the sake of knowing.
“You really are an electric type, huh? I’m not gonna pry. If you feel like explaining it to me using your terrible medical terms I won’t understand anyway, get back to me in 2-3 business days. If not, I’ll try to keep my hands off you.” Skye watched the crowd for a few moments in a desperate attempt to figure out how the fuck she’d managed to get this attached to someone in less than an hour, until she simply decided to come out with it, “Hey, Lincoln? I’ll have your back no matter what now, okay? Even if I weren’t contractually obligated, which I am, I’d still want to. Because I happen to be an excellent judge of character and you know my legal name and all that. If you feel even a little bit off at any point of any day, just text me. Or come over and I’ll tell you about the things I got away with when I was still in a Catholic school. Sounds fair?”
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