Grant shook his head. “I don’t need you to answer. Everyone is into me. It’s the mystery. Very bothersome sometimes.” He admitted, not caring how egotistical that sounded. “Dearest friend? What is it with you and Fitz about friends?” he asked curiously. “Nothing caused it. It’s just a chemical in my brain being unbalanced.” Keep it medically correct. Yeah, that was good.
“Yeah, okay. That sounds fake, but okay,” Skye said dismissively, focusing on the more pressing matters. “Fitz considers everyone a potential friend, the pure and loving creature he is, and you’ll have to make him believe he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to you the way I make you believe I actually keep doing pull-ups when you’re not looking.”
“Have you been prescribed anything? Don’t be stoic, Ward. ‘Sleep is for the weak’ is a lie the government made up.”
