Snowed in

"You look a tad bit… tense," Skye observed, stealing a peek at him over her tablet. Grant only grunted.

"It's still snowing," he remarked curtly, running a hand over his face and taking two steps towards the door leading to the cargo bay, then back, as if he couldn't decide what to do in this dire situation.

"And that's a problem why exactly?"

He stopped, and gave her a look as if she'd just asked the stupidest question possible.

"The hanger gate is already blocked by the snow, and people are doing nothing against it; not that there's a point in trying to clear the driveway until the snowfall lightens. And thanks to the wind, the Bus can't take off anyway, and–"

"Okay, stud, let's stop here," she cut in, putting her tablet down, forming a letter "T" with her hands. "Not wanting to be a party pooper, but A, we can do nothing about the weather, and B, it's not if we have any ongoing missions to worry about."

"But what if something happens, and–"

"We are not the only active team, you know that, right?" she stopped him once again. "Once in a blue moon others can take the call, if you ask me. And anyway, we deserve a day off – you deserve a day off." She looked over him, from the bags under his eyes to the exhausted slope of his shoulders. "You definitely need a day off. Come here!" she said, moving to the far end of the couch. When he didn't move, she added, "Oh, come on, I don't bite! Come here! It's an order!" she added, patting the seat next to her.

This actually got him moving; he walked over to the couch and sat down by her, a little bit reluctantly, but a small smirk tugging at his lips. Once he was seated, she put her hands on his shoulder, and gently pushed him, making him lie down and lay his head in her lap. He was tense at first, maybe even unwilling, but then she gently caressed his hairline with her fingertips, and the tension slowly left his body.

"Now, now, do you see? It's not that bad," she said softly, continuing to caress him. "Even you have to unwind once in a while, Agent Ward."

He wanted to protest; he wanted to give her an irritated grunt and deny her claim. But all he could do was letting out a content sigh and close his eyes.