Fitz knocked lightly on the door of Skye's bunk, where he knew she was working on her laptop, hiding from the rest of the plane.

When he heard a resigned, "Come in," he quietly slid the door open and stepped inside, before sliding it closed again behind him.

Skye looked at him in slight surprise at this action, but didn't say anything. When she'd first looked up at the door opening to see who it was that had knocked, she'd been surprised to see that it was him, and not Coulson, May, or Ward with a mission, silent judgement, or another lecture on commitment. But even upon seeing that it was the Scottish half of FitzSimmons, she'd still expected him to tell her that they had a debriefing, or else be checking up on her to make sure she was doing okay because he was just really sweet like that, not to step inside her bunk and close the door behind him. Not that she minded in the least, he really was sweet and she enjoyed his company, but it was still a surprise.

For several seconds he stood there in silence, looking at her without saying anything, and she looked back at him in equal silence waiting for him to say whatever it was he'd come to say to her, before her conscience got the best of her and an apology burst forth out of her.

"I'm really sorry for not telling you about Miles, and lying to you — to all of you — about why I joined your team," she cried in anguish. "Or at least why I joined it at the very beginning — I really have come to consider you all my family, and I really do want to be on your team and become a real Shield agent, despite my betrayal."

Tears were leaking out of the corners of her eyes by the end, and she buried her head in her hands to keep him from seeing her really crying, even if it was obvious that's what she was doing. But a second later she felt the bed sink slightly as Fitz sat down next to her, and his arm wrapped around her shoulder, pulling her tightly into his side. She turned and buried her head into his chest, wrapping her own arms around his middle tightly, crying freely into the front of his cardigan.

"I forgive you," he said quietly after a few minutes. "And Simmons does, too. It hurt a little when we first found out, sure, but we know you had your reasons. There's no hard feelings from us, and I know the others will come around soon, too. I mean, Coulson did let you stay with us, so he's obviously forgiven you already as well, even if he is probably still going to be a little hard on you for a while — he does have a team to run, after all, that he needs to be able to trust. But my point is, we forgive you, and so will they in time."

"Thank you," breathed Skye into his chest, tightening her grip on him even more, if that was physically possible.

They sat there like that for several more minutes, Fitz just holding her and her clinging back to him like her life depended on it, until she'd finally calmed down enough to relinquish her grasp on him and sit back up.

He let go of her shoulder as well, before sitting there fidgeting with his hands in his lap for several long seconds, until finally turning to her and saying, "I came here because I was wondering if you might want a shag, or even just a snogging, to take your mind off of everything — or sex or making out as you Americans would say it."

Skye stared at him wide-eyed in shock for several seconds, before finally exclaiming, "But what about Simmons!?"

She thought they were at least some kind of item, even if she still honestly wasn't sure exactly what kind, but certainly some kind.

"She's the one who said you might like the distraction," replied Fitz. "And since she's too busy in the lab right now working on Centipede stuff to be wanting to do anything with me for a while, I'm all yours for at least the better part of an hour if you want me. I know I'm not really much of a looker, especially compared to — well, you know, your ex — but Jemma seems happy enough with me."

"You and Simmons are!" exclaimed Skye.

"Are what? A couple? Yeah — I thought everyone knew that. Or at least just assumed it with how close we are," replied Fitz.

"Well, yeah, but you just offered to have sex with me — and said Simmons told you to ask me," countered Skye, feeling rather lost with how calm he seemed to be about asking her to have an affair with him, and one that Simmons had apparently encouraged at that.

"Simmons is totally cool with you and I shagging — I mean, like I said, she is the one who told me to come give you the offer," answered Fitz slightly bemused, not understanding Skye's obvious confusion.

"You have an open relationship?"

"Oh…that's what you were confused about," Fitz chuckled lightly with a smile, finally understanding Skye's confusion. "But uh, no, not an open relationship, so much as if she sees one of her friends who could really use it, then she'll loan me out for a short while. Which I can't exactly say is a big hardship for me or anything if you know what I mean, but it's always been entirely her idea. I've never asked her to let me sleep with anyone besides her, and it's not something she does when she's upset with me or anything like that. The exact opposite, actually — I don't think she would lend me out if we weren't perfectly okay at the moment. So you don't have to worry about us, if that's bothering you."

After a few seconds of silence, Skye still trying to process everything he'd told her and Fitz giving her time to process, Fitz finally continued on, "So what do say? Want me as a distraction? And neither Simmons nor I will be upset if you say no — I told her it was too soon after everything for this, but she insisted I offer now."

Skye took a deep breath, before asking hesitantly, "Mind if I go ask Simmons first? I mean, it's not that I don't trust you, I just want to hear it from her lips as well before I do anything this big — no pun intended."

"Of course — she's down in the lab, working on Centipede stuff. She'll be happy to talk."

"Then wait right here, and I'll be right back," answered Skye, closing her laptop and standing up.

As she promised, less than five minutes later she was back, pulling her top up over her head as soon as she had her bunk door locked behind her.

Her only words before tackling Fitz into her bed were, "Make me feel good."