Fitz shook his head and then sat down on the bed again after a couple of moments. He buried his face in his hands. “No… I don’t… I don’t think so. I don’t know. I don’t remember. I-I’d just been… trying not to think about it a-and… I… he seemed upset in the morning, and then… today I lied to Jemma about last night and now I don’t think she wants to be even my friend anymore and I just…” He paused and bit his lip. “I keep fucking everything up, Skye.”
“Take it from an expert on fucking things up, it’s not until I say it is. Jonathan, he,” Skye paused momentarily, mouth forming a thin line to express how much she wasn’t a fan of what she was about to say, “cares about you. Yeah, it’ll take a team of scientists to figure out what the fuck shifted back into it’s place in his temporal lobe for him to feel genuine human emotion all of a sudden, and, yeah, it might take a while, but he does. Jemma? It’s not my place to say, but Jemma loves you. In whichever way you’d possibly want her to love you. So really, everything that’s happening now is happening because two people care about you too much, and, if you ask me, it isn’t necessarily a bad thing. When someone cares about you this much, they’ll forgive you.”
