“I’m not avoiding you,” Trip said. He didn’t even have to look up to know who came in the room. “I… classes are busy. I have a test to give. Probably. Maybe.” He looked up at Skye, sighing deeply. “Look, I-I don’t know what to say, okay? So you go first.”
Skye raised her arms in mock defeat as soon as he’d properly looked at her. “Good thing Coulson wrote my lines for me,” she scoffed, dropping the files she had with her onto his desk. “Psychological assessments. Find Hydra. I’m not here to talk about my feelings, Trip, I’m here to be a good, helpful soldier.”
