With every word Tyrell spoke he felt his firewall take a blow. He didn’t want to be vulnerable, but he felt like he was talking circles around himself and Tyrell wouldn’t play along. What was he supposed to say? ‘ Hey, I’m actually extremely unstable and I lose bouts of my memory while my dead dad takes over my body and consciousness? ’ or ‘ sorry, my dead dad set all of this up and i have no clue what phase 2 is ’? No, he couldn’t say any of those things. He was scared.
“ Yeah, I’m a little fucking distracted. ” ( shut up elliot! why am i talking? oh god. ) “ I was up the past few nights worried because I didn’t know if you were safe or not, and your wife was breathing down my neck with a bodyguard threatening to beat the shit out of me if I didn’t find you. ” ( shut up, shut up, shut up! reel it in – i have to real it in ) “ I’m sorry. The thought of my partner in – godhood, as you put it – being missing or dead or something has had me distracted for the past few days. I don’t take my friends’ well being lightly. ”
That seemed like a decent excuse; he has his fingers crossed that this wouldn’t turn into some heartfelt moment ending in him having to hug this nutjob. ( it’s better than being strangled by him, don’t you think? ) “ I’ve barely had enough time to digest that you’re even here with me. ” His voice is quieter, the riled up edge in his previous rant gone.
eyebrows shoot up at the subtle shift in volume in elliot’s tone. if the plan was to distract him: he’s accomplished it, if only for now. he looks away to hide the guilt from his features at the mention of joanna, staring at the lines of text on the monitor.
guilt is a sign of weakness and a waste of my time, he tells himself. he’s only doing what is necessary to secure his place in his family once more, as joanna demanded.
“ yes, that sounds very much like her. i apologize for that inconvenience.” it’s an off-handed apology. not much he could do about it now, was there? & elliot was well & alive. he’s more struck by elliot’s next words, really.
“ so you finally see it the way i do,” tyrell states. he sounds... both grateful & satisfied, as if he were hearing elliot finally begin to come to his senses. in his head, he is. “i’m glad.”
tyrell pushes the swivel chair away from the desk with his feet, stands. his steps relaxed, confident, as he walks to where elliot sits and crouches down so he can look elliot directly in the eyes. tyrell has always been a little intense. he plants his hands firmly on elliot’s shoulders, then.
“well, you’re here with me now, elliot. & trust me, i’m not going anywhere. but we need to execute the malware as soon as all the records have been transferred. this is what we planned. this is it. this is how we win.”
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