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[hackitude]

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

Comments

[hackitude]

... By... taking advantage of sick rich people and passing over sick poor people because they don't have the money?

[hostage]

Am I supposed to just sit back and let everybody else worry about it 'cause I'm good for nothing? I got one thing going for me, Skye. And it gets the job done. So why shouldn't I use it?

[hackitude]

... You're not good for nothing.

[hostage]

Yeah, I am. I can't do anything.

Money's at least worth something. Money gets things done.

[hackitude]

... You do things for people all the time, Jesse. Almost every day, every time you heal someone. You're doing something for them. Life changing things. How many people can say they've changed as many people's lives as you? I can't. Most people can't.

[hostage]

That ain't making things better. It's just putting 'em back how they were supposed to be.

[hackitude]

But... that's just not true. People get sick, and they die. And that's it. That's life. That's how it's supposed be-- it sucks, but we can't do anything about it. Except you. You can. That does make things better.

[hostage]

[La dee da. Maybe eventually he'll make up for all the lives he's taken.]

...You really don't want my help, huh.

[hackitude]

... Look. If you want to do it regardless, if that's what you need to feel good about yourself or whatever... I won't stop you. But... don't ever say you did it for me.

[hostage]

I'm sorry. You're right. I shouldn't put that on you. It's my choice.

[hackitude]

[What if she just... slowly gathers Jesse up in a tight hug, holding him there, resting her chin on his shoulder for a moment. What then.]

... Thank you.

[hostage]

[He wraps his arms around her in return, turning his eyes toward heaven. God help him.]

That's nothing to thank me for.

[hackitude]

[She just kind of... laughs, shakily, into his shoulder. She's that relieved.]

Yeah, you say that, but... it is, to me. ... Remind me some day to tell you about the guy I liked before I joined SHIELD.

[hostage]

Sounds like you know how to pick 'em.

[He kisses the top of her head.]

[hackitude]

Hey. I've got you, don't I? So, maybe I do.

[hostage]

Your friends didn't seem so impressed.

[hackitude]

That's just Lydia. She's judgmental of everyone. It's just how she is. Simmons likes you!

[Then again, Simmons likes everyone. That's just how she is.]

[hostage]

What makes you think she likes me?

[Honestly... not the impression he got.]

[hackitude]

She told me. [Sort of. In not so many words.] She was just taken aback, I mean-- for her it's only been four minutes since we last saw each other, but for me it's been four months. It must have been a shock to her to hear I suddenly had a boyfriend.

[hostage]

Ah...

[He's still not sure that's what it was, but whatever. Skye's friends are just looking out for her.]

[hackitude]

Anyway, who cares what other people think? They'll come around, or they'll just have to suck it up.

[hostage]

It ain't bad to listen to what your friends think sometimes. They're probably just thinking you deserve better than, uh... you know.

[This whole mess right here.]

I mean, what would you say if your friend told you she was dating some junkie loser?

[hackitude]

... Jesse ...

You've got to stop putting yourself down like that. That's-- that's not who you are any more. Maybe that was you in the past, but... that's not the person I see today.

[hostage]

I know. But that's what most people see. They're just worried about you.

[hackitude]

... They'll come around.