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[hackitude]

"Hey! You've reached Skye. Leave a message. I mean, if you want to. Or uh, don't. Whatever."

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[hostage]

[He wrinkles his nose, though he's grinning right back at her.]

Your workout instructor!

[hackitude]

[Skye shakes her head, still smiling foolishly.]

Mmmm... no, I don't think so. I remember my work out instructor being way more handsome.

[hostage]

Shit, maybe I got the wrong house...

[hackitude]

Shut up and get over here before I reconsider my policy on kissing guys who don't call me for two weeks, you dork.

[hostage]

If I'm climbing in your window, you gotta grab this stuff first.

[hackitude]

I get why you couldn't ring the doorbell at this hour, but... you know I have a door, right? And a phone?

Although maybe you don't. That would explain a lot.

[She's leaning out the window and holding one hand outstretched for the goods anyway.]

[hostage]

Oh my god, don't just leave your door unlocked. Don't you know there's criminals out there?

[He has to stand on his tiptoes to hand the stuff over, his stature being less than impressive. But once that's done, he climbs up rather nimbly. He's had practice.

Once he lands in her room, he brushes himself off and immediately leans in for a kiss.]

[hackitude]

Please. As if I would leave my door unlocked.

[She gives him a kiss back, grinning slightly, but pulls away before it can go much further.]

And don't think you can just worm your way back into my good graces by the way just with a box of chocolates and a kiss and a bat of those big baby blues at me.

[hostage]

[He is employing those big baby blues anyway.]

Nooo... You didn't seriously think I was ducking you, do you? Time just got away from me.

[hackitude]

[This face says she'd like to buy it but really doesn't]

Jesse...

If this is just a booty call, you can just say it. You don't need to like... dress it up and bring me chocolates and pretend it's more than it's not, if that's... what this is, I mean. I'm a big girl. I get it. I'd rather have the truth than be jerked around.

[hostage]

If this was just a booty call, I wouldn'ta drove all the way to Brooklyn for those chocolates. I ain't messing around with you. I just suck at this.

[hackitude]

... Seriously? For chocolate? What kind of chocolate is in Brooklyn that you can't get in Florida? Are these like, the Queen Elizabeth of chocolates or something?

[Skye sits down on the bed with a little bounce where she tossed the box and picks it up to give it a look.]

[hostage]

[They're really stupid cute chocolates.]

I dunno. Some guy was telling me about 'em. They're made outta booze.

[hackitude]

[She can't help it. She smiles up at him.]

... They're great. ... Thank you.

[Skye sighs then, and leans back against the wall, patting the space on the bed beside her.] Come on then. Sit with me.

[hostage]

[He plops down next to her and cuddles up, resting his chin on her shoulder.]

Sorry I fucked up.

[hackitude]

[Yes good. Much cuddling.]

It's okay. I wasn't really angry, or anything. I was just... worried. I thought maybe you got hurt, or... I don't know, like, maybe I scared you off, or something...

[hostage]

What, 'cause of - 'cause you left me that present? No way! I loved it! I just... couldn't think of anything that nice to do for you. I'm not really good at anything.

[hackitude]

You can just say that, you know. You don't need to... do anything for me in return. I mean, I wasn't expecting anything, I knew you were busy. I just... wanted to do something nice. So you'd know I was thinking of you.

Anyway this whole... insecure thing isn't really my style so, uh. I'm going to. Stop. Now.

[THAT'S SUCH A LIE, SKYE. THE BIGGEST FAT WHOPPER YOU'VE EVER TOLD.]

[hostage]

It's okay. You can tell me when I'm being an asshole. I shoulda at least called or something.

[Not that he could have actually risked it, using his real comm from his meth lab's location. Who knows how the GPS works in those things. And with Skye's power? Ha.]

But, um, I'll be around more anyways. I'm moving back down here.

[hackitude]

Yeah, you should've. But you know now for next time. Um. Not that I'm saying there's going to be a next time. But if there is.

[Jesse is right to be paranoid. Not that he knows it specifically, but tracking people electronically is Skye's specialty. Then again, if she got really worried, who knows what lengths she'd go to to find him, so... one way or another, Jesse's going to need to find a better way to deal with that eventually than just not calling.]

Wait-- really? [She can't hide that she's pleased. And surprised. But mostly pleased.] That's great. How come?

[hostage]

[He's hoping that's the last marathon cook he'll have to do in a long while, anyway. But the streets are thirsty for meth...]

You know that school they're opening that's just for imPorts? I'm gonna be working there. Remember how you said I'd be a good nurse? I figured I'd give it a try. Go be a school nurse, see how it works out. Gonna be living on-site and all.

[hackitude]

... Seriously?

[Skye pulls away just marginally to look at him, but she's smiling brilliantly.]

Wow. Wow. That's great! I mean, really super great, and not just because you'll be closer to me. Though, you know, that's also a significant factor. Still. Wow. Congrats.

[hostage]

[He ducks his head sheepishly and gives a light shrug of his shoulders.]

I mean, I might suck at it. I dunno. Maybe they'll fire me the first week.

[hackitude]

No way. You've got like, super healing powers, right? And all your stuff with the Youth Center-- you're great with kids.

[Someone's been talking to Ellie. But even if she hadn't been, it's pretty obvious.]

They'd be crazy to fire you.

[hostage]

There's probably better healers around than me. And I don't think the Youth Center ever woulda hired me if the government hadn't told 'em they hadda.