“Just a check?” Trip said. “Fuck, Skye, this is Hydra. Any of these people could be Neo-Nazi assholes and I’m not letting them terrorize this academy or this organization any longer.” But she was gone before he finished, the door closed tightly behind her. With a groan, he put his head down on the files like it was some sort of pillow to scream into. He hadn’t done anything wrong. He wasn’t the one who’d kissed the other out of the blue. Why did he feel like he had to fix this?
He’d let her run off once, though, and he wouldn’t let her do it again. Trip got to his feet and opened the door, peering out into the hallway. “Skye, wait,” he said, relieved to see she hadn’t made it far. “We need to talk.”
Skye spun on her heel. He’d followed her, of course he would. “Yeah? Wanna do 20 questions, Trip? I’ll tell you why I do questionable things when I’m afraid of losing people, you’ll tell me if you prefer your pizza crust stuffed,” she retorted, voice seeping with vulnerability despite all her efforts. “Look, you know I do things on impulse and fuck up. Colossally. You know I’m sorry for putting you in this position, but, here I am, giving you a way out. Walk away. I’ll understand.”
