[He leans against the wall and takes a drag of his cigarette. Is he looking at her face? No. Not really. Tyler lets his eyes wander. It's been a while since he's seen her, after all.]
[It's totally been a while. Meth turns toward him a little bit more and lets her eyes do a bit of their own wandering. It's good to see him again, in the flesh. She'll never admit it, of course, or give any indication of it so easily.
Her response is a lazy drawl as she shifts her weight from one foot to another, abandoning trying to clean up the closet for the moment.]
Is that right? What's so hi-fucking-larious about it?
[He has her attention. As far as she's concerned, her entire world has narrowed down to him, and her, and the hallway they're standing in.
Meth starts closing the distance between them.]
Liar.
[Meth stops in front of Tyler, just a foot away, and then because she doesn't know any other way to be around him, pulls back and swings a fist at his face. There's no extra power behind it unless you count the added muscle she has from working a punching bag on her time off during the last couple months.]
He chuckles. Do you turn to that strangely familiar laugh or ignore it?]
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Yes, it's actually Tyler this time. Not some passenger who's been aged up with facial hair.]
Something funny?
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This whole boat is hi-fucking-larious!
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Her response is a lazy drawl as she shifts her weight from one foot to another, abandoning trying to clean up the closet for the moment.]
Is that right? What's so hi-fucking-larious about it?
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You still don't see it? Sad.
[He likes that he's got her attention enough for her to stop cleaning.]
Thought you would of lightened up by now.
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[She gives him a tight, fierce smile. There's a moment's pause before she speaks again.]
Happy to be back?
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[He takes a drag and just... watches her.]
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I know it won't.
[With a deep breath, Meth tilts her head to the side. This is too uncomfortable to bear silently.]
Was there something you wanted?
[It goes without saying that she's fishing for answers to questions she's not going to ask.]
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Nope.
[Tyler grins.]
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Meth starts closing the distance between them.]
Liar.
[Meth stops in front of Tyler, just a foot away, and then because she doesn't know any other way to be around him, pulls back and swings a fist at his face. There's no extra power behind it unless you count the added muscle she has from working a punching bag on her time off during the last couple months.]
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