There's only a moment's hesitation before he does take the seat next to Solus. He'd hardly call the moment intimate as of yet, but it's definitely the closest he's allowed himself to be to Solus physically since... well, that disastrous flight. When he brings one leg up to rest across the chair, resting his foot on his other knee, it's just as much a metaphorical barrier to give himself some space as it is helping angle his body towards Solus for easier signing.

Isis hops off his shoulder and into the crook of that raised leg, but Tyler doesn't say anything just yet. He's just waiting, with uncertain but open expectancy for Solus to start at his own pace.