“I like you. A lot.” Trips put his hand on her shoulder, squeezing it gently. “And I don’t want what we have to end just because you did something you think you shouldn’t have done. Especially not without asking me how I felt about it. You assume the worst, Skye, when it’s not necessarily what’s true.”
“Hoping for something and losing it hurts more than never hoping for anything,” she said softly, tone worn out, but accompanied by a slight, happy-passing smile. There were things to be said, but she refrained, hoping he’d already know. And, if he didn’t, she hoped he’d understand. Instead, she reached out to rest his hand on his, picking up the conversation after a few moments of silence, “Skyscraper, huh. What’s gotten into you? And,“ she hesitated, “How do we proceed, agent?”
