@gideon-thereaper
It didn’t take very long for Tyler to develop a routine at the Tower; after all, with his limited freedom, there wasn’t exactly a wide variety of things available for him to spice up his humdrum life. Each and every day since he had been incarcerated had closely resembled the day before it and the Asset had to constantly remind himself that he wasn’t trapped in some morbid Groundhog Day and that this was his cruel reality. Condemned by his oh-so-merciful brother to live out the last of his miserable days as a slave, it was pretty safe to say that Tyler was less than pleased every time he had to wake up and report for his very stimulating career in custodial services which, in retrospect, was much better than getting shot at on a weekly basis but, fuck, was he bored! Eat, sleep, clean, repeat - that was his daily and mundane routine and never had Tyler ever wanted to be back in the Army as badly as he did now. At least then, his routine would be eat, sleep, clean, kill, repeat.
For the umpteenth time that day, Tyler let out a frustrated but resigned sigh as he lazily circled his cleaning cart and waited for his supervising guard to finish his business in a nearby restroom. The poor man must have been having a serious case of the runs because it was not the first delay in his cleaning schedule - it was the fifth. A tiny part of Tyler knew that he should have had some sympathy for the ailing Associate but he only found himself slowly getting more and more irritated. Tyler liked keeping as closely as possible to his cleaning routine because it kept him busy both mentally and physically but the unscheduled and extended breaks were beginning to make him restless and allowed his mind to wander onto unpleasant topics… like his brother.
A frown was quick to form on the Asset's tanned face when Gideon managed to sneak his way into his thoughts again and stopped his pacing to search for another distraction. Taking several moments to rummage through his cart, Tyler settled on disassembling his mop and began experimenting with the handle. He twirled the long pole in his hands and slowly warmed up to more extravagant displays like spinning it behind his neck to catch it with his other hand. It didn't take long for Tyler to begin running through some old karate drills and it took even less time for him to realize how out of practice he was when he cracked the pole directly on a bruise on his jaw that Jeremiah had given him during their romp when he became a little too spritely for the older man. "Shit..." Tyler hissed in pain as he lowered the mop handle and gently massaged his jaw. That was certainly one way to get his mind off his brother but now his thoughts were beginning to wander towards the Associate who had mottled his skin with bruises and hickies.