Fitz relaxed a little when he heard Skye’s voice on the other side of the door. Okay. Of course it was just Skye. Why would a murderer go after Fitz next? That’d be stupid. He bit his lip and hesitated for a couple of seconds before unlocking the door with his free hand, opening it slowly and peeking out just to make sure, just in case… who knows. It was hard to trust anyone right now, he had to make sure there wasn’t anyone else for whatever reason. Relieved to see she was alone, Fitz opened the door wider and stepped back, his other hand still tightly clutching the ICER.
“Hey Skye,” he said softly, closing and locking the door after she walked in, then going back to his bed. He wrapped his blanket tighter around himself and grabbed his pillow to hug onto. “What do you need?”
Skye hesitated at the doorstep for a couple of moments, looking him over to determine how to proceed. The psychoanalysis proved to be fruitless, mostly because he needed a friend, not a shrink, and she leisurely made her way towards to where Fitz sitting to claim a spot next to him. “To see you? Preferably without getting shot?” she joked, though it didn’t translate to her eyes. Or her expression. Skye looked down at her hands then, “I’ve been hiding out on the Bus, reminiscing, all that. I don’t really want to see anyone else right now.”