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[asmywitness]

[[Tyler screens his calls - anyone who tries to actually call him, he'll text back in reply.]]

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[asmywitness]

Amazingly, the calm smile does nothing to de-escalate Tyler's emotions. It gets the opposite result, in fact, as patches of angry blush burn high on his cheeks. He can feel his heartbeat drumming against his ears so hard it almost hurts, his wrists ache from the tension he's been holding himself under, and he can feel Isis's tiny claws trying to dig through his shirt into his shoulder; as Solus talks she bunts under his chin and nuzzles against him, and it's only then he really notices the genuine worry she's eking into the back of his mind.

It doesn't calm him down, but it does help focus his frantic, wild emotions, just a little.

When Solus stops talking, Tyler has very little to say.

No. I'm done. Leave me alone.

And he turns and leaves the conversation. He's fully expecting Solus to keep his word and not touch him - but he wants him to, just so he has an excuse to punch that fucking insane bastard hard enough to break his smug fucking nose.

[amaure]

Holding up his palms in surrender, Solus considers pursuing him for a fleeting moment. Yet he decides against it. Mainly because he had not see Tyler quite this angry before. Unsettled, disturbed, uncomfortable sure, but not like this. Ill could his body take another beating, and Estinien had long since left. Moreover, it might not be Tyler he truly needs to be wary of, but that wretched bird.

So Tyler finds himself free to leave, finds that Solus does indeed keep true to his word. There is far more to lose than gain should he go against it now. There he remains till Tyler is out of sight, and with a dismissing sigh, he then takes to his cane and heads off to get back to his work.