The clerks, Elizabeth and Clark, playfully threw Skye and Grant into their room. Ward had to quickly catch Skye before she hit the ground, tripping over her own feet.
"Enjoy your honeymoon!" Elizabeth sang and ushered Clark out of the room.
"We are not on a honeymoo-" Skye jumped out of Grant's hold on her, but the door had shut before she even finished her sentence.
She frustratedly turned towards her S.O, who had a sly smirk across his face. Skye threw him a decimated look and Grant did a little laugh, cause you know, robots don't actually laugh.
She punched him in the chest and sat on the edge of the bed.
"You're not sleeping on the bed."
"Sweetheart, I've spent more time sleeping on the floor than a comfy bed. And that's since before I even joined Shield."
"Please, tell me your sob story." Skye rolled her eyes and pushed herself off the bed, walking towards the window.
Grant sighed and busied himself looking for other sleeping arrangements.
Skye opened the window and wrapped her arms around herself as she stared at the view outside. The one side was the quiet and dark country, the other was the busy and bright city side.
"You know, I've never been in the country?" she said, asking the stars.
"You were never placed with a family in the countryside?" answered the voice in her room.
"Nope. Always been in the city. Even after the foster home, parked my van in an alley."
"Have you ever wondered about living elsewhere?"
"Well, you know as a girl. When I was at the foster home and daydreamed about all the different families that could adopt me, all the different lives I could live."
Grant scoffed, "Sounds like the life of an agent."
"Yeah?" Skye turned to him.
"Well, what about you, Mr. Robot. What's your story? City or country?"
Grant Ward whipped the blow up bed he'd found in the closet, clearing it of the dust and stuff. He huffed and threw his hands on his hips, the one pose of his everyone liked to imitate.
"I told you about my brothers, yeah?"
"Yeah."
"We grew up in at estate. Not exactly deep country life, you know. But not the noisy city either."
Skye threw herself down on the sofa, impressed that her S.O. was willingly telling her his back story.
"Our backyard was, uh, open. It went into the woods. My parents liked to send us to get firewood, and if the timber wasn't to their liking, well, the punishment wasn't to our liking."
"Wait, wasn't your dad like, a politician or something? I mean, when you're a politician, your family life is in the middle of the dance floor."
"Well, that's what he was good at, making stories and having us act for the cameras. And if the bruises were too big to cover up, he'd tell them we were in a sport, or something that make him say that he was proud we got hurt."
"And you hate the rising tide." Skye jumped out of her seat and strutted around, emphasizing her point, "If they'd known about your dad, he'd've been front page news. You'd have had a better life."
