[ No. He'd never ask. He'd just manipulate and coerce. It's a fine line of control that stops her from sweeping both cartons of ice cream off the counter and flinging them across the floor in a fit of impotent anger.
Silence carries on long enough for him to bring the spoon to his mouth before Skye reacts in a way that, truthfully, isn't much better. She forces the lid onto the carton of ice cream he's been eating from and carries both to the freezer without a warning, carelessly shoving them onto shelves where they land cockeyed among a stack of similar packages. ]
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Silence carries on long enough for him to bring the spoon to his mouth before Skye reacts in a way that, truthfully, isn't much better. She forces the lid onto the carton of ice cream he's been eating from and carries both to the freezer without a warning, carelessly shoving them onto shelves where they land cockeyed among a stack of similar packages. ]