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After a long night of fighting gangsters and either rescuing or kidnapping the Albino--depending on how you look at it--Tyler returns to Aryns where he was staying. Hopefully she would still be at work.
He brings the albino up the side door, looking to get him in and cuffed to a chair as soon as possible before heading back out to his car and grabbing the duffle bag from his trunk with the largest of frowns before heading back in.
Aryn, however, had stayed late enough, and walks in, having missed Tyler heading back outside. So by the time he rounds the corner to the hall to get back into her apartment, she's unlocking the door!
The door unlocks and Aryn turns the knob, about to walk in, when Tyler hails her. She recoils in surprise just slightly, but sticks her foot in the door as she looks back over to him!
And eyes the bag, not thinking too much of it at the moment; especially if it was the same as the one he'd been using.
"--oh." Couldn't concentrate? Like she'd say that. "Yeah, I guess? ...working out?"
He manages to succeed in getting in the way, at least! And annoying her. Her eyes come up to focus on him, narrowing a bit. She plants her feet, obviously not intending to be ushered back out.
"What's with the sudden one-eighty on me seeing the mess that happens to pop up in our place?"
Not 'her' place? She still sounds pretty testy, though!
« Last Edit: Sept 7, 2015 16:38:45 GMT -6 by Aryn Valcoph »
"There's a lot of stuff you don't want me to see, Tyler, chances are I'll wind up seeing it anyway." She took note of the care he used to set the bag down, and now she's more wary.
And in his panic and trying to bodily lift her, he's just proving there's something she really isn't going to like going on. She shifts another step to the side and plants her palm on his chest to keep him at arm's length physically...considering he was doing really well at the other kinds. Her attention, at least, is refocusing on him.
"Tyler, I doubt it's socks. If it was, you'd have been like this over them all along. What, exactly, is going on?"
She figures she knows, but...gives him the chance, anyway.
"But enough to do it and hide it, still, anyway..." She'd be lying if she said she isn't bitter about that. Her hand curls into a fist against his shirt. "I don't want you to."
She must really like this one.
« Last Edit: Sept 7, 2015 17:22:27 GMT -6 by Aryn Valcoph »
Aryn presses her teeth together, the muscles in her face shifting as she repeatedly clenches and relaxes her jaw. At least she wasn't screaming or raising her voice, but she's struggling with her own feelings over the matter.
"And I'm supposed to let you do it with a smile..? Because you think--actually, I don't really know aside from what you've said. You think it'll magically make things better? Because you can't deal with the fact that Trent one-upped you when he forced you to unknowingly kill her? Because you're bowing underneath the guilt and just can't? Maybe we're not supposed to be brought back, Tyler."
She had been, of course, but nobody exactly consulted her on the matter.
Since, you know, she'd been dead at the time.
And there hadn't exactly been this 'life for a life' scenario. If Audrey could be brought back without a loss of Tyler's life...she probably would have been on board. But this is different.