“Thanks for showing up to remind me I’m not straight. I had a couple of crises about that, but it’s all good now. I missed you.” After a couple of moments of what seemed like the tightest hug she’s ever enveloped anyone in, she pulled away, surveying Jemma to locate any changes, tattoos, body piercings, the usual. Once she’d finished her look-over with a nod of approval, Skye motioned for her friend to claim any spot so she could follow the lead. “Bet you didn’t have as much fun as we did,” she remarked with a confident smile, landing on her bed as a result of a few backwards steps and a trust fall.