“I didn’t get groped on the dance floor, that’s for sure,” Skye said, dryly at first, but then eased into a half-smile. “I, um. Want the SparkNotes version?” Pause, followed by more fiddling. She ran all of the possible explanations through her head, though ultimately settled for the most genuine one. Her voice was hesitant, still. “Trip’s amazing, you know? He is, and he was there and I was looking at him and, suddenly, I was terrified of losing him. More than the usual, I mean. I was terrified of what would come next, with Hydra running around, of him being gone. I don’t know how you rational people approach it, but my first instinct was to go for it. I did, it was great, then I had an epiphany because what if I had put him in that awkward ‘fuck, my colleague has feelings for me because, look at me, of course she does, and I’ll have to let her down easy’ position, and, yeah. Yeah. Haven’t really seen him since.”