[She nods, because that's good to know. She's glad he understands. She thought he might. They both had...ridiculously complicated feeling towards Bucky which to her knowledge had only gotten more complicated so. That was a thing. Somehow she thought she should really think about that whole thing a little more but most of her was content to just throw up her hands and go with it. Things were complicated, but not because people didn't care. Because they did and that was somehow a...terrifying version of complicated, but one she could live with. He keeps looking at her like he can't believe she's here, and he's so happy to see her and she's important, and it]

I- Ah. Okay. [ She starts with a rush of air that sort of runs out by the end of the sentence and she pauses, and starts again.]So, I was thinking about a lot of stuff. When I- I died. Right? [ She says it flippantly as if it isn't as bad as it really is. ]

Cause there's this sort of running theme that happens when I'm dying where the last thing I'm thinking about is....It's you.

[ Talk about weird things to admit, and she knows it and she's trying to keep this oddly half positive voice and this almost smile on her face that really isn't one at all, but she hopes it gets the point across. ]

Which- shows how much fun life's been lately cause it is a running theme at all, you know- but I- um.

[ She's incredibly tense, and then she looks up at him again instead of her eyes darting like they've been doing as she's talked, and all of it sort of goes out of her in a rush, leaving her there, just her. Just Skye, feeling more vulnerable than she wants to, but she promised herself she'd be brave. And this is as brave as she knows how to be. ]

I love you.

[ She pauses, her eyes huge and a little terrified because she's sure there is another shoe that is going to drop because there always is but she promised herself. And as she speaks her voice gets tiny and quiet, trailing off into nothing. ]

Yeah. So.That's a thing....?