Fitz couldn’t even look at Skye. He kept his gaze down at the blankets, picking at the edge of it. He swallowed hard, shooting a look at his friend when she sat next to him. “Oh… ehm… sorry,” he mumbled an apology for the ICER, reaching over to set it carefully back on his nightstand. He looked at her again. She was definitely not responding too great the whole… everything that had happened the past few days. Why would she? He scooted just a little closer to her. “Yeah. Reminiscing.” Fitz bit down on his lip. “I’ve just been sleeping. I thought I’d have nightmares, but, ehm, I guess not, so it’s… easier than being awake. This is worse than nightmares.”
She followed Fitz’s movements with her eyes, letting a corner of her mouth tug upwards slightly when he inched closer. “If there’s anything I know about trauma, it’s that you want to be in denial as long as you can. Keep yourself distracted. Go yell at cars on a highway, but be responsible about it. Or – ” Skye nodded at the stack of DVDs she’d brought with her that had somehow made their way on top of the cabinet next to the door. Either she forgot dropping them there once she’d witnessed Fitz’s emotional state or she was straight up losing her mind. Likely both. “We could do that.”