[ There's something in her voice that makes him look up, eyes meeting hers. Whatever curiosity's there, he doesn't voice it. ]
We aren't alone.
[ There's a quiet confidence in spite of the flat inflection. His memory ticks back to the train, the last time it'd been just them, the sight of Skye pallid and covered in blood. Leaving her alone had been a mistake, then. He realistically knows that they can't spend every second together in the hotel, and that it's probably just the cold and the lack of sleep talking, but after a beat of silence: ]
Is it... do you want me to stay?
[ Which sounds a little bit like some kind of pick-up, in retrospect, but instead of awkwardly backpedaling he simply lets context speak for itself. ]
[ Reaching one arm around his shoulders, she pulls him to her side, turning her face to bury it briefly against his shoulder. Her fingers clap on the slope of his opposite shoulder, where it curves up to meet his neck. Her thumb rubs against the protrusion of his spine there, and she's smiling when she straightens away. ]
You can come back.
[ She playfully swats at his ribcage, as if to force him to skedaddle. Leave it to Skye to be upbeat enough to make it impossible if she's actually going to shiver and mope or if she's reading it as a pick-up and inviting it or just being an overly cuddly bro. Happy people are weird. ]
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We aren't alone.
[ There's a quiet confidence in spite of the flat inflection. His memory ticks back to the train, the last time it'd been just them, the sight of Skye pallid and covered in blood. Leaving her alone had been a mistake, then. He realistically knows that they can't spend every second together in the hotel, and that it's probably just the cold and the lack of sleep talking, but after a beat of silence: ]
Is it... do you want me to stay?
[ Which sounds a little bit like some kind of pick-up, in retrospect, but instead of awkwardly backpedaling he simply lets context speak for itself. ]
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You can come back.
[ She playfully swats at his ribcage, as if to force him to skedaddle. Leave it to Skye to be upbeat enough to make it impossible if she's actually going to shiver and mope or if she's reading it as a pick-up and inviting it or just being an overly cuddly bro. Happy people are weird. ]