"Well," she said, standing up abruptly, "this has been fun." Robby looked up, eyebrows slightly raised. "That's it?" She shrugged. "You don't seem like the heart-to-heart type, and I don't do emotional therapy, so yeah. That's it." He scoffed, shaking his head as he leaned back in his chair. "Figures." Skye lingered for a second. Part of her wanted to say something else-something meaningful, maybe. But that wasn't her style. Instead, she smirked. "Try not to get punched in the face again. It's not a good look on you." Robby smirked right back. "Didn't know you cared." She rolled her eyes, turning to leave. "I don't." She didn't look back as she walked toward the exit, but she could feel his gaze on her the whole way. And for some reason, she was still smirking when she stepped outside.

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