"Why didn't you tell me?" Coulson was angry and May could tell.
"What could you have done if you'd known? You couldn't have taken care of her!" May said loudly and with more passion in her voice than Coulson had ever heard before.
"I had a right to know," Coulson said, still in shock.
"And now you do," May said, staying bitterly calm.
"I know because of the file. Were you ever going to tell me?" Coulson asked, looking down at the newly unredacted file and back up at May.
"It would've only hurt you. It wasn't your decision, anyways."
"It's my daughter, too!" Coulson said, louder and more defensively. May rolled her eyes, as if this kind of behavior was childish.
"Well, then, be my guest. Go tell your daughter everything."
"What…? She doesn't," Coulson faltered.
"If telling everyone the truth is so important, why don't you go tell her right now?"
"We can't… it'll only hurt her," Coulson said.
"That's what I mean. I protected you from the truth for your own good. You understand why we have to never tell Skye, right?"
"Yes, but…"
The door opened. Coulson and May both turned, seeing the girl standing in front of them. They could see fire behind her eyes.
"What can't I know?" Skye asked quietly, masking the anger within.
"Classified," May said.
"You have to tell me the truth," Skye begged.
"I'm sorry, but we can't," May said bluntly.
"A few months ago, with Miles, I kept something from you and now I have a tag on my wrist. Why does that rule only apply to me?"
"It's for your own good," Coulson tried.
"It's you, isn't it? You know I'm ready but for whatever selfish reason you have, you won't tell me."
"Skye-" said Coulson.
"I'm going to stay here until you tell me."
"I'm going to sedate you," May said calmly. Skye just stood in the doorway. "If you don't leave us alone right now, I swear."
"Good," Skye said, "Do it then."
In a second, Skye fell to the ground. Coulson looked surprised and worried and May shook her head.