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[twostandingby]

Tycho blinks as he steps into the bar, but only for a moment. He smiles, then, faintly, and makes his way through the bar, and himself comfortable on the couch. He tips his head back, datapad resting on his knee, and he closes his eyes.

Not sleeping. Resting his eyes.

Really.

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[alderaani_intel]

O rly.

Winter ghosts her way over to him, not making a sound as she walks, creeping closer and closer until she's leaning over him, face mere inches from him.

She could be nice....

...or mean.

She leans close to his ear and whispers, "Boo."

[twostandingby]

Tycho doesn't so much as twitch (or open his eyes).

"Hi, honey."

[alderaani_intel]

She smiles broadly. He's learned well living with her! It makes me gooey on the inside.

She sits down next to him, pushing hair out of his face. "Hello, dear."

[twostandingby]

He opens his eyes, turning toward her. "Hi," he says, with a peck on the lips.

[majorinyri]

Inyri slips into the armchair near his.

And just sits, really. She doesn't want to wake him up. But she's got no where else to go, unless upstairs and she doesn't want to do that just yet.

[twostandingby]

After a moment or two, Tycho says, without opening his eyes, "Hello, Miss Forge."

[majorinyri]

She half-smiles, with the side of her face that isn't dark with purple and yellow bruises. "Hi."

[twostandingby]

"And how are y--" Tycho cracks an eyelid.

He sits up straight, immediately, face falling into dead serious lines. "Sithspit. Thyne?" It is a question that really does not have to be asked.