( though his voice wavers, hesitant and vulnerable, there's a calm acceptance to his words that unsettles skye a bit. a few days is one thing, even a few weeks or months — jemma had been undercover with hydra for months, with seemingly no way of coming home until the mission was completed — but years? skye can't begin to fathom what that must have been like.
though they don't quite stop their path around the park, her attention swings squarely in his direction; her gaze remains soft, though, more reassuring than judgemental as he continues to offer information that seems to beat around the core of the issue. partly, he says, but he's never seemed unsure of himself before this, so skye isn't quite sure what he means.
even in the diner, even when her hand had clutched at his or when her lashes had batted teasingly in his direction, his reluctance had only seemed practical, like a man just out of a bad relationship who wasn't quite ready to jump that gun. skye wasn't entirely sure she was ready for it either, for that matter.
his words eventually flow into a stopping point, and wally looks at her uncertainly yet again, as if he's unsure of her response; skye lets a hand reach out to rest atop one of his own, pausing his ministrations with the leaf. she's quiet for a moment too, until he acknowledges her touch with a glance down. once he does, she replies. )
You've been trying to figure out who you are. ( she knows that struggle all too well, and all too recently. losing those you loved was never easy — she imagines it doesn't matter much if it's by choice or by the mysterious work of the universe. maybe, if they don't have much of a choice, it's worse. there's no way to fix that. ) I'm sorry.
( it's not her fault. she doesn't owe him an apology. she knows that. but she wants to share her sympathies nonetheless, to let him know he's not alone. )
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though they don't quite stop their path around the park, her attention swings squarely in his direction; her gaze remains soft, though, more reassuring than judgemental as he continues to offer information that seems to beat around the core of the issue. partly, he says, but he's never seemed unsure of himself before this, so skye isn't quite sure what he means.
even in the diner, even when her hand had clutched at his or when her lashes had batted teasingly in his direction, his reluctance had only seemed practical, like a man just out of a bad relationship who wasn't quite ready to jump that gun. skye wasn't entirely sure she was ready for it either, for that matter.
his words eventually flow into a stopping point, and wally looks at her uncertainly yet again, as if he's unsure of her response; skye lets a hand reach out to rest atop one of his own, pausing his ministrations with the leaf. she's quiet for a moment too, until he acknowledges her touch with a glance down. once he does, she replies. )
You've been trying to figure out who you are. ( she knows that struggle all too well, and all too recently. losing those you loved was never easy — she imagines it doesn't matter much if it's by choice or by the mysterious work of the universe. maybe, if they don't have much of a choice, it's worse. there's no way to fix that. ) I'm sorry.
( it's not her fault. she doesn't owe him an apology. she knows that. but she wants to share her sympathies nonetheless, to let him know he's not alone. )