It's been a few days since that whole...stairwell beatdown, and honestly other than Lydia reaching out to Solus and it going...none too great, he's otherwise kept to himself. Mainly because he's been busy. Despite his hurts, he's been fast at work, learning what he can about the limits of the technology here, and experimenting with what advancements might be possible, working out schematics for future projects, etc.
Fortunately this work all involves a lot of sitting, so his hip and other injuries aren't too bothered by his hours spent working away. Working well into the night sometimes, ever is he bound and determined to get somewhere with all of this.
Needless to say, it's of no surprise that Tyler would come across him when he comes to the base for a check in. Though he's dressed a bit differently, with a lab coat over the top, and the cravat certainly covers more of his throat, yet some of the bruising still can be seen.
Despite what makeup he's used to cover the bruises he's suffered, there's still obvious signs that he was on the losing end of a scuffle, for makeup cannot hide the healing abrasions, nor the slight swelling from points of impact. However, the most telling might be how he's currently using a cane when he walks—though that's certainly from a combination of the hip that got screwed up while with Tyler, and the work that Steven did to his knees.
Regardless, Solus doesn't seem to notice Tyler at first as he makes his way down the corridor, his expression focused yet far off, his mind clearly anywhere but here. Which is why he nearly knocks shoulders with him, but catches it in the last second. He almost looks surprised to see him, his eyes wide behind the pair of half-moon reading glasses he's currently wearing, before it slips into a more familiar and friendly expression. Putting his cane into the crook of his elbow, he signs to Tyler.
Good evening, Tyler. I do so hope you've been well.
But the moment he finishes that, he's back to resting his weight on that cane, acting as if it's not there at all, or like it's an oddity.
action; rocket base
Fortunately this work all involves a lot of sitting, so his hip and other injuries aren't too bothered by his hours spent working away. Working well into the night sometimes, ever is he bound and determined to get somewhere with all of this.
Needless to say, it's of no surprise that Tyler would come across him when he comes to the base for a check in. Though he's dressed a bit differently, with a lab coat over the top, and the cravat certainly covers more of his throat, yet some of the bruising still can be seen.
Despite what makeup he's used to cover the bruises he's suffered, there's still obvious signs that he was on the losing end of a scuffle, for makeup cannot hide the healing abrasions, nor the slight swelling from points of impact. However, the most telling might be how he's currently using a cane when he walks—though that's certainly from a combination of the hip that got screwed up while with Tyler, and the work that Steven did to his knees.
Regardless, Solus doesn't seem to notice Tyler at first as he makes his way down the corridor, his expression focused yet far off, his mind clearly anywhere but here. Which is why he nearly knocks shoulders with him, but catches it in the last second. He almost looks surprised to see him, his eyes wide behind the pair of half-moon reading glasses he's currently wearing, before it slips into a more familiar and friendly expression. Putting his cane into the crook of his elbow, he signs to Tyler.
Good evening, Tyler. I do so hope you've been well.
But the moment he finishes that, he's back to resting his weight on that cane, acting as if it's not there at all, or like it's an oddity.