He grew overwhelmingly tired of her mocking smirks and overly confident attitude. From the moment they met she made him feel uneasy and on edge, rarely did he talk with anyone this much who was a supposed enemy. The fact that she knew about his past gave her the obvious upper edge which he never allowed anyone that he didn’t trust to have. He needed for this to be over before it had a chance to escalate. “Forget them, you came here for one reason and I think it’s damn time you stop stalling and tell me what it is.”
Peri was taking an obscene amount of satisfaction from Ward’s heated response. The fact was, she had simply been curious. She wanted to know whether or not he had cared for Coulson’s team, or he’d put up a facade the entire time. She wasn’t planning on telling anyone that that wasn’t the case — they didn’t even know she was here, under the impression that she had flown back to London — purely because she knew how harrowing the information would be. “This is the reason, Grant. Can I call you Grant?” Her eyebrows rose, mock curiosity painting her face. “Anyway, I thought that I might be able to tell whether or not you actually gave a shite about the people on that bus.” She chuckled, shaking her head. “I have to say, I’m almost disappointed in you. It hardly would have taken Sherlock Holmes to see that the answer is an unmistakable yes.”
