[antriplett]:

Trip pointedly ignored the skyscraper comments. “You know some of them. Jonathan from comms? You’re gonna fight him whether he’s Hydra or not - I saw the way you looked at him when you heard about him and Fitz. That was a murder look if I ever saw one.” He pulled the chair out from his desk and motioned for Skye to sit down. If he was going to sleep (and he probably wouldn’t), he could always do so on the floor. “I’ll take the first half of the alphabet if you want the second.”

Once sat, Skye refocused her attention on flipping through the first file, only looking up (or down) at Trip when he name dropped, mouth suddenly a thin line of universally translatable pique. “Don’t say his name around me,” she said dryly, “Do you know how close I came to murder? Stop smiling, Trip. I had two people cry in my room in the past week because his hand decided to colonise Fitz from the waist down. First man on the moons, if you will.”