[ Before, neither of them would have been ready. They still had too many balls spinning, too many unknown players on the field. It wouldn't have been possible and he doubts she would have been able to leave any more than he was.
But now, well now their world is further tinged by loss and grief. Now the scoreboard's all up and finished, the dust is gathering in the cracks. Skye has loved and lost her parents and Phil - well, he could definitely use a hand adjusting. Besides, now there are other people at the top of shield. He thinks, he hopes, he's done enough to warrant a vacation.
Skye drives. Phil sleeps. The co-ordinates he gave her are easy enough to find and he's sure she'd wake him up if they got lost. He doesn't dream. And it's only when the car bumps along a familiar gravel path that he lets his eyes finally drift open. Trees surround them, the dappled sunlight now low and sweet in the sky. He takes a breath, tasting fresh air and clean earth on his tongue. When they turn at the fork in the road, the grass stretches out in front of him. It's not a cabin this time, it's a house, it has a picket fence. It's Phil's but he doesn't remember the last time he came out here so it doesn't quite feel like home.
Maybe with Skye though --.
Clearing the fog out of his voice with a cough, he turns with his head still resting on the passenger seat. ] Sorry. Didn't realise how tired I was. [ Lifting one hand - his only hand, Christ he has to get used to that - to rub at his eyes. ] You doing okay?
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But now, well now their world is further tinged by loss and grief. Now the scoreboard's all up and finished, the dust is gathering in the cracks. Skye has loved and lost her parents and Phil - well, he could definitely use a hand adjusting. Besides, now there are other people at the top of shield. He thinks, he hopes, he's done enough to warrant a vacation.
Skye drives. Phil sleeps. The co-ordinates he gave her are easy enough to find and he's sure she'd wake him up if they got lost. He doesn't dream. And it's only when the car bumps along a familiar gravel path that he lets his eyes finally drift open. Trees surround them, the dappled sunlight now low and sweet in the sky. He takes a breath, tasting fresh air and clean earth on his tongue. When they turn at the fork in the road, the grass stretches out in front of him. It's not a cabin this time, it's a house, it has a picket fence. It's Phil's but he doesn't remember the last time he came out here so it doesn't quite feel like home.
Maybe with Skye though --.
Clearing the fog out of his voice with a cough, he turns with his head still resting on the passenger seat. ] Sorry. Didn't realise how tired I was. [ Lifting one hand - his only hand, Christ he has to get used to that - to rub at his eyes. ] You doing okay?