There was never a time when Tyson wasn't annoyed by the presence of others, the mouth breathers, loud chewers, full mouth talkers and their cloying perfumes and body sprays that made him long for someplace more secluded. Joining up with this operation that drew them in in droves was probably one of his worst life decisions and there had been oh so many, but as it turned out it may not have been in the top three.
Believing in anything other than the fact that the world was a screwed up place and everyone in it was out to get him was hard. The prevailing belief of his kind that there was a mate out there for anyone was laughable, and so was the whole concept of fate. So that he had been all but dragged here just days before his sister showed up? Coincidence, nothing else.
But for once he didn't care about the crowd around him, he didn't even hear them. Esme was here, she was real and he wasn't going insane after all, anything else didn't matter. If anyone bothered to look a little closer at him they might even catch the delighted grin on his face that he quickly hid by burying his face in Esme's hair, relishing the all too familiar scent.
"Where have I been? Looking for you. Most of the time, anyway. Where the fuck have you been?"
Then it dawned on him that they were in a very, very public place and it occurred to him that he better make sure that the rest of their reunion take place somewhere more private than the Midway. Since she was in his arms anyway he lifted her up and began walking towards the Village. "I got a place here, don't want to add 'family reunion' to the attractions," he grumbled as an explanation.