After putting his overnight bag back in his bunk, Ward spends the rest of the day hanging around the common 's waiting to talk to Skye but she never puts in an appearance.

He had no clue what to say to make things right, but he needed his rookie. As much as he had ben push in her away, he needed her with him. No matter what he said under the influence of the berserker staff, he was used Skye's incessant jokes and rambling. It was way to quiet without her. He felt like something was missing; like an itch he couldn't get to.

Long after everyone had gone to bed, Ward was sitting at the bar. He wasn't willing to give up yet. He spent his time sipping bourbon and trying to think of what he could do to make things right. He turned when he heard a door slide open.

Skye froze when she saw him sitting there. He stood and opened his mouth to speak, but she was already gone; shutting herself in the bathroom. Grant dropped back to the stool. He sighed and rubbed his hand over his face. He heard the showed turn on and he got an idea about how to get her to talk to him.

He just hoped she didn't kill him.

Skye finished rinsing her hair and turned the water off. She stuck her hand out to grab her towel and got air.

She looked out and saw Grant leaning against the sink, holding her towel. "What the fuck, Ward?! Ever heard of privacy, or does that not exist in robot-land?"

He walked over and sat on the floor next to the shower. "You didn't want to listen to me...now you have to."

She quirked a brow. "I could always just go back to my bunk as is." Ward took a deep breath, the image of Skye strutting past him in her birthday suit burning a hole in his brain.

"Just listen, Skye. I know I can't making everything go back to the way it was, but please just listen?"

Skye sat down in the bathroom stall, the door open just enough for ward to see her face turned toward him and part of her side. He wished she had opened it even an inch more, so he could see everything that's been haunting his dreams for months.

"Well, you wanted me to listen. Talk."

"Last night was the first time, and it'll be the last..."-

"Well! So glad I was tossed aside for a one time fuck. Way better than if you guys actually like each other!" Her face was scrunched in anger.

"Skye! Stop. Just listen..." He put his head in his hands. "I was afraid. Afraid of getting angry and hurting you. Of talking and you realizing I'm a monster. Skye, you have know idea how many demons have have to keep in check all. The. Time. I couldn't forgive myself if I hurt you again. I saw the way you looked at me when I yelled at you. You say you forgive me but,' he took a deep breath and when he exhaled, it was shaky," your eyes. It was like I had physically hit you, Skye. I won't let myself do that again..."

She was staring straight ahead, at the showed wall. "Can I have my towel now?"

Grant kept his head down, but passed over the towel. He realized what he had done wasn't going to be fixable. He saw her feet near his. "Grant." He looked up, eyes watery. One, lone tears escaped and made its way down his cheek. "Stand up, Grant."

He slid his way back up the wall, trying not to knock into her. After he stood to full height, he kept his head down, looking at their feet. Hers moved closer to his and her arms went around his middle. He stood in shock for only a moment before pulling her closer and burying his head in the crook of her neck to hide the rest of his tears. One hand left his waist and started running through the back of his hair. He calmed and relaxed into her. After a few minutes of standing like this in total silence, "This doesn't mean I forgive you. I just can't stand to see you cry."

This in and of itself made Ward want to tear up all over again. How can she want to comfort him, even when he's causing her pain? He hugged her tighter for a moment before pulling back enough to look at her. "Thank you, Skye...for listening. And the hug..." She gave him a tight smile. She lightly squeezed his shoulders before turning and leaving the bathroom. He didn't try to stop her this time.

She might not have forgiven him, but she had listened.