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"You don’t have to tell me what it is. I’m not one to pry - I just want you to know - that if you ever need to talk -" she paused, not finishing her sentence. She was sure Skye would understand.
Melinda didn’t care if she found out what was keeping Skye awake, she didn’t care if she never found out.
What May cared about was how it effected Skye - what it was doing to her. Having been through trauma herself - she knew that people needed help, or just a friend who would simply be there. ~
May reached out a gently hand and placed it on Skye’s, giving it a little squeeze.
Skye gripped May’s hand, taking comfort in the contact, a rare show of affection from the older, more stoic agent. Leaning her head on her knees, she closed her eyes tightly, trying to block out the memories that wouldn’t leave her alone.
She waited a good long moment before speaking again, trying unsuccessfully to will the quiver out of her voice, “I move around a lot as a kid. I had a lot of foster families. Three months here, three months there… some were good, some were… there was one… we were pulled out early. I wouldn’t have survived three months.” She hesitated, “Sometimes I wish I didn’t survive what I did.”
May’s eyes lingered on their hands a moment, before returning to Skye’s face. She was glad she could comfort the younger agent. She’d always thought that Skye was a little afraid to approach her - for good reason, when she’d first joined, she hadn’t thought much of her, but she’d proven herself time and time again. And May had warmed to her. More than she let on.
If there was anything she wanted, was for Skye to feel safe and happy her - with her new family. And she would do anything aid that.
May listened. Concern covering her features as the tale continued. Her heart sinking upon hearing the younger woman’s words.
She couldn’t mean that could she? Surly she was happy in the knowledge that whatever had happened had shaped her into the woman she was today, and the reason she was here now?
May shook her head.
"Don’t ever feel like that. You survived because you needed to - because there is more that you could have done with you life, what you’re doing right now. Our past may haunt us, but it also shapes us - into better people."