Fitz could barely do anything but just follow Skye, letting her tug him into her office and he stood there, frozen, still too overwhelmed and shocked to say anything, really. He still couldn’t speak. He flinched, but only a little, when Skye brushed tears from his cheek; he wrapped his arms around himself in a somewhat self-protective gesture, swallowing hard and trying not to let any more tears slip out. He breathed in sharply through his nose, still not daring to look Skye in the eyes. “I-I didn’t… h-he was so…. he w-w-was so n…nice, l…last night…”
“Of course he was. His actual nasty self would never get him laid,” she scoffed once again, then continuing in a softer manner, “Listen, Fitz, SHIELD has left actual Hydra agents unnoticed, there’s no reason to be ashamed of not realising a guy you’d known for ten minutes is actually a terrible fucking person. There’s no reason to be ashamed of how he made you feel or how you reacted. Basically, if you think I’m judging you, you should’ve met me when I was a teenager. If you think he’s judging you, who the fuck cares about his terrible fucking person opinion? Now, do you want a hug or a hit man?”
