Truth be told, Skye didn't expect to be here tonight, either. It hasn't even felt like a conscious decision when her feet had first started in this direction, but when she's realized where she was headed, she hadn't given much thought to turning another way, either. Some part of Skye wanted to see him, whether it was because she wanted to know he was okay or for some other reason she wasn't willing to admit to herself. The fact was that Skye cared about him in ways she shouldn't. She used anger and sarcasm as a kind of shield to protect herself from feelings that never quite went away, because only an idiot would let someone back in after they'd done all he'd done. And Skye wouldn't be made a fool by him again.
His words as he pulled open the door shouldn't have surprised her. She had been trying lately, but there was still plenty of hostility coming from her. She was guarded when she spoke to him, always holding back. Then again, normally when she saw him, she hadn't just helped Felicia drink two bottles of rum. She wasn't falling down drunk by any means, but the alcohol had dulled her senses and lowered her inhibitions. It had made it just a little easier to forget why she kept her distance.
"Maybe I just wanted to see you," she replied, leaning against the frame of the open door. Her words slurred slightly as she looked up at him and her eyes were bright with intoxication. Okay, maybe she was a little drink. Like, the tiniest amount. But the words she had just spoken were a truth she wouldn't have dared uttered sober. She wasn't just here because she worried or because she let responsible for anything. She was here because some part of her - a part she might normally try to force down - really wanted to be.