Fitz blushed a little. “Yeah, I guess he does.” When it was pretty clear Skye wasn’t going to say anything else, Fitz focused his attention back on the show. He didn’t notice when Skye looked over at him, his eyes never left the screen and sometimes he’d catch himself mumbling the quotes along with the actors. He and Simmons had really watched this show a lot. He smiled a little bit, thinking about that, his attention drifting from the show a little.
Skye remained silent for a long time, miraculously, to the point of beginning to understand the finer details of the plot, even making out what the very eccentric Scottish version of Coulson was saying. She shifted every once in awhile, adjusting her position so that all the strain wouldn’t be on her still-aching shoulder, Fitz’s upper arm serving as a rest for her cheek. It wasn’t until the giant sentient patch of skin possessed the Doctor her concentration finally snapped.
“Leopold,” she began, laughter shining through her voice and over the dialogue of the episode. She was too comfortable to move, so she’d just guide him to the greatest thirty seconds of his life. “Do me - no, actually, yourself - a favour and open the folder labelled ‘blackmail’. Yeah, on the desktop. In all capital letters. That one. See the first thing in there? Open it.”
