Fitz’s head hurt and it was already late in the afternoon when he actually got himself together to go visit Skye’s dorm; he threw on whatever clothes he had nearest and of course ended up with his tie clashing with his shirt, his collar frumpy and his hair uncombed, but he really wasn’t feeling the whole ‘looking good’ thing today. Hangover days were not days where you actually tried to look nice.
It took him about fifteen minutes to trudge to the Comms area, and another five or so to get to Skye’s dorm. He stood outside the door and knocked.
“It’s open,” she yelled out from her spot, comfortably stretched out on the bed, laptop resting on her legs. Had anyone else ever (probably) dislocated their shoulder doing cardio? Unlikely. The (self-) prescribed minimal movement, however, was fine by Skye. “You know me, I can’t pass up an opportunity to get murdered in the night. Oh, and Fitz. The alka-seltzer is in the top drawer.”
Fitz: That'd be great actually Fitz: You don't mind? Fitz: I won't be crying though skye: but, my quota skye: i don't mind skye: what's the opposite of mind? skye: whatever skye: come
Fitz: I'm sorry Fitz: I don't know Fitz: Everything is confusing skye: want to come up? talk about it? listen to nickelback? skye: the 'people crying in my room' quota hasn't been filled today
Fitz: No, friendship with kissing is what I Fitz: Nevermind Fitz: I meant if I actually Fitz: If we actually had a relationship Fitz: It's Fitz: I don't know skye: you don't have to know, you just have to be willing to figure it out together skye: try, fitz. skye: unless something else is holding you back? skye: don't say it's him
Fitz: Skye I'm two years from thirty Fitz: Thanks Fitz: I just don't know Fitz: What if it doesn't work?? skye: "it" is just friendship with kissing skye: kinda difficult to fuck it up? unless you're a bad kisser skye: but you owe it to both of you to at least try
Fitz: I'm not going to get drunk again for like a decade Fitz: Okay you've stumped me there Fitz: Does she know? skye: are you even legal skye: chill, i'm not going to tell her. that'd totally ruin your chances and i'm trying to be a nicer person skye: and i'm not in love with her or anything
Fitz: Skye this is my second hangover in a row Fitz: You're confusing me Fitz: I really don't need to be more confused than I already am skye: you've changed, leopold skye: what did they do to you??? skye: no but point me at someone who DOESN'T like jemma
Fitz: What?? Fitz: You like Simmons?? Fitz: Since when????? skye: i clearly don't skye: what are you even trying to achieve here skye: what part of no homo was unclear?
Fitz: "Get the girl or I will" Fitz: That makes it sound like you're going to date her if I don't skye: oh, really? skye: oh skye: that's obviously not what i meant skye: no homo
