"Only two alcholoic things. I probably eat healthier than you do." he told her, walking across to the kitchen to grab a bottle for Skye. She could have one more. Maybe two. Then he was cutting her off. He didn't really understand what stroke of luck had brought her here to him but he wasn't about to complain either. And ultimately she was safe with him even if she probably soberly wouldn't believe that. He just wasn't ready to give up this Skye that cared about him, asked how he was, visited him. Drunk or not, it was something.
"I'm doing better." he told her, handing her the beer and sitting on the couch near her, not beside her, not yet. That was her choice. "I've been trying to figure out what the hells going on at Stark now that he's gone and y'know, I am making friends. I didn't think I would but it happened and its maybe not the worst thing in the world."
Without warning as he usually did, Glen bounded into the room, awoken obviously by the noise of Skye arriving. Ward smiled, possibly the only genuine smile he had around anyone but Skye and leaned down to fuss him.
"Oh and there's this guy. Meet Glen. Present from Stark. Truth be told I assumed it was a test. Its usually...But he's a great puppy. Growing so much every time I turn around."