And there it was. The face Ward pulled was a slightly pained one, even with all of the amusement layered over top of it. He wasn't a man that had a lot of time for movies and television like a normal person would. In fact, he'd only really gotten into the habit of being able to really enjoy watching them when they were all on the Bus. It was easier, somehow, to enjoy things like that when you were surrounded by other people laughing and making jokes about what was happening on screen. Even if it all usually ended in Fitz making a face and ssshhing them all.
"That they're painful and trite and sometimes even laughably unrealistic in their depictions of how people get together," Ward said, rolling his eyes slightly before fishing into his pocket and handing her the keys. Luckily, the CIA liked to make it easier on people looking to steal their stuff. The keys had been right there in the cars. And here he had been totally prepared to hotwire the van if necessary.
"Why?" The trepidation in his voice was almost intense. He had a feeling he knew what she was angling at, but he wanted to be sure. After all, a guy could hope for a reprieve.