“Jemma. I could hook you up to an electric generator and this place would run off you for a month. Stop pacing.” Nodding to the spot the scientist previously used to occupy as to gently suggest she should return to it, Skye continued, “I don’t know half of the shit you know, but I know people. Feelings. Just call me the most annoying one-hit wonder of the 90s because I’m really no stranger to love. And,” she bit back a smile, “a person told me our life isn’t without it’s risks. You could’ve lost him when Jonathan groped him in front of a lot of minors, or yesterday, or you could lose him tomorrow. All the reason to go for it, to make what undetermined amount of time you have worth it. Tell him everything you’re currently in denial about. Judging by your state right now, it’s not like you could make it worse.”