"I'd be happy to see anyone as long as it's not the police." Tyler replied, glancing back at her before opening the door. His face broke out in a grin when he saw Rafael, opening the door wider to let him in. "Hey! I was wondering when I'd see you."
(oh my god we're almost at page 200)
(holy shit)
(holy shit it's been almost six months)
Rafael's eyes nearly popped from their sockets. "Holy–Holy shit–" he gasped stumbling forwards to crush his friend in a bear hug. "Oh my god."
(WHOA o.O)
(we should have something big happen on page 200)
(something happy)
Tyler laughed at Rafael's surprise. "I thought Macha told you?" He asked, pulling away and tilting his head slightly.
(yes please)
"I made it a surprise," she chuckled, emerging from the kitchen with Morrigan in tow.
Meanwhile, Rafael was dazedly patting down Tyler as if trying to reassure himself that the man was really there.
(tbh i would be like kids!!! but their life is so fucking chaotic and it's just…nah..)
"Raf, I'm fine, I'm not a ghost." Tyler laughed, running a hand through his hair and taking Macha's with his other.
(lmao
same, yeah
plus we'd have to skip a few years)
"When did you get back??" the dumbstruck man demanded.
(yeah…plus they've got Lochlin and Raf and Morrigan to take care of lol.
maybe later.
but we need something happpyyyyyyyyyyy)
"Around 12 I think. A few hours ago." Tyler told him. "Do you want to stay for dinner?"
(lmao
yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)
Rafael blinked in bewilderment. "Do I want to stay for dinner with my best friends, one of which has been gone for months?? What do you think, Tyler?"
Tyler laughed and shrugged. “I assumed you would stay anyway, so what’s the harm in asking.”
Babbling incoherently in Spanish, Rafael swung inside, grinning like a madman the whole time.
Tyler closed the door behind him and went back to making dinner. "Do you need anything, Raf?" He asked, nudging him towards the living room.
“Information!” He practically yelled in excitement. “How did you get out early? How have you been? Are you okay? Emotionally or physically scarred??”
“I’m fine now. It’s a long story, and I’m not really sure about the emotionally scarred thing yet.” Tyler told him.
Rafael paused. “Please, Tyler…” he murmured, “You were barely back for a few days before they sipped you off to that place. I want to hear how you’ve been.”
"I'm okay, really. You don't have to worry about me." Tyler replied, his back to Raf as he made the food, not wanting to admit to him that whatever he was feeling in the back of his mind, it wasn't good.
“Tyler…” he pleaded quietly, reaching for his best friend. “C’mon. Tell me one thing?”
“I don’t know what you want to hear.” Tyler said, continuing to avoid his question.
Rafael sighed, casting a helpless look towards Macha, who merely shook her head.
"Go sit down, it'll be ready in a minute." Tyler told him, forcing a small smile back on his face.
(https://open.spotify.com/track/1almCHdsfikRPfVB9VrEdT
so this song pretty much describes Tyler and Macha's relationship???)
(aww….)
Rafael nodded, and Macha cautiously approached Tyler.
:’’(
Tyler stopped to kiss the top of her head as he walked by to get plates. “Hi.” He murmured, carefully avoiding eye contact.
Macha placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, but said nothing, a silent show of support.
Tyler took her hand and pressed it gently against his lips, taking a deep breath and returning a smile to his face. “You’re the best, Macha. Did you know that?” He told her quietly.