It was a day after the incident. Or at least as far as Fitz could keep track of. He hadn’t left his room since he’d come back from Jonathan’s; he’d canceled all of his classes until further notice and was currently stil hiding under his pile of blankets. He hadn’t moved from the spot or done anything all day besides sleep. He was trying to see how long he could manage to stay unconscious, waking up briefly and letting himself fall asleep. So far it was working well–
–Until there was a knock on his door. Fitz was about to yell that they could come in, but then he froze. The door was locked, anyway. Of course it was locked. He crawled out of bed, blanket wrapped around him, and grabbed the ICER at his nightstand before approaching the door. “Wh–Who is it?” His voice was groggy but slightly panicked. “Who’s there?”
Maybe they should’ve developed a knock system to let each other know they were not, in fact, getting hunted down by murderers. But they didn’t know then, and there she was now, regretting not developing the system when they weren’t emotionally damaged. Regretting what had happened. Regretting the fact she didn’t run into the body first, saving him the trauma. His voice was every bit as broken as Skye’d imagined he would be, and she forced her voice calm when she replied.
“It’s me,” she announced loudly enough for Fitz to hear through the door. “Your friendly neighbourhood Skye. I brought my unconditional love and support, and, in case that isn’t enough, some video games. Courtesy of Mack.”
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