A/N: Last drabble in the post torture arc of my drabble series!
"Hey… Can I come in?" Skye stood in the doorway between the hall and the cockpit of the BUS, her hand grasping at the doorframe.
May nodded subtly without glancing backwards, signaling for Skye to enter.
Skye sat in the other seat, turning to face the sunrise. It was too early for any of the others to be up, but May was up early, like usual.
From her peripheral vision, May saw Skye staring out the window with a slightly haunted look on her usually soft features. "You're up early." It wasn't a question, but a statement, and Skye turned at the sound of May's voice.
"Couldn't sleep."
The expression on May's features softened slightly. With a flick of her finger, she pressed the autopilot and turned to face Skye, who still looked hunted. "You didn't go to Coulson?" Her voice was even but there was an edge of suspicion laced in. Skye almost always went to Coulson to talk after a rough night.
Skye's lips quirked in a barely visible smile before replying. "No. I, um, I didn't want to watch him look at me like I'm broken. I mean, I kinda am, but I like that you don't look at me any different." She stared at her lap, brushing a stray hair away from her face.
"I understand that. Comfort isn't always what's best."
She nodded, letting her eyes meet May's quickly before glancing towards the door. "It's nice to pretend for a little while."
With a hum, May turned back to the controls, flicking the button once more to disengage autopilot. "Yeah, it is."