“Okay, I guess you’re right,” Fitz admitted reluctantly; he would have been severely pissed if Skye had told Simmons about his crush on her. As always, Skye was basically right. “….And I guess you’re right there, too. I just wish there was an easier way.” He sighed loudly before giving Skye a grateful look. “Thanks, Skye. That actually did make me feel a little better.” He settled back more comfortably on the bed when Skye made room for him. “Yeah, that sounds great.”
“I do get off on people telling me I’m right,” Skye said, pride imminent in her voice. She picked up the laptop again, Netflix already open on the screen from the viewing session Fitz’d decided to show up during, and lingered on Braveheart for the longest time (to annoy him, mostly) before settling on Doctor Who. While it wasn’t her thing, the little nerd would get a kick out of it. Though, as expected, the opening credits were talked over when her mind went back to something Fitz’d said. “Wait. You woke up in…? His torture dungeon?”