He refused to talk about the phantoms which managed to create the
lacerations riddling his face; stiff presence sitting down by another’s
side whilst tense silence conquered the atmosphere. Tyler did not
even know why he accepted the meaning of company when he
recognized his hatred toward showing the physical pain his demons
offered, yet there he was, veiled under horrible quietude and, out
of the blue, he felt t o u c h being bestowed upon his knee, the man
automatically FLINCHING, enough to drag his leg away from her
hand. It was AUTOMATIC, like a mechanism of defense bestowed by
his abusive past.
“Don’t fucking do that.” Curses were part of his vocabulary and
speech was said in low, somehow apologetic tune, a sigh leaving
his lips before peripheral view took a note of her presence. “Thanks,
for being here, whatever people say when these things happen.”
They both shared something in common. They both preferred to suffer on
their own; to fight their own demons without the help of anyone else, and
though Lara knew this all too well - she did want him to know that he had a
friend by his side. So, hesitantly her hand had risen and lightly rest on his
knee, seeing him suddenly flinch however made her quickly withdraw her
hand only to hear his words spew from his mouth. Though most would have
taken it offense; she found his relatively tough tone to be quite amusing, but
she did not show a lick of amusement on her features - she was impassive,
her emotions were unreadable.
A soft sigh came from her lips, “You should really work on your
communication skills.” The female spoke softly, “If you want to
talk about anything I am all ears. But for now you have to get yo-
ur wounds cleaned so they won’t become infected. I have an em-
ergency kit that you can use if you want it.”
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