[Tyler notices the look on her face, but meets her with an almost blank evenness, like a challenge.
There's a large red feather and a small eye staring out from underneath the collar of Tyler's overcoat, staring at Lydia. But at the offer of scratches, Isis bodily wiggles her way up and out of the jacket with a sharp peep and hops across the table for the attention.]
He fucking grabbed her when he started falling. She stopped hearing him for me - I know he noticed, too, you were talking about me.
[He doesn't care what you said, he can already assume.]
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There's a large red feather and a small eye staring out from underneath the collar of Tyler's overcoat, staring at Lydia. But at the offer of scratches, Isis bodily wiggles her way up and out of the jacket with a sharp peep and hops across the table for the attention.]
He fucking grabbed her when he started falling. She stopped hearing him for me - I know he noticed, too, you were talking about me.
[He doesn't care what you said, he can already assume.]