It was a combination of things; even though Tyler was prying the door open, he wasn’t putting everything he had into it, and hadn’t made any attempt to keep his self perfectly balanced. So when Elena threw her strength into keeping him out, the door slammed shut, the loud sound that followed echoed down the hallway, even the frame shook from the effort that she’d put into it. Now he was standing on the other side, eyebrows furrowing together, a slow breath escaping his lips. “You can yell go away at me as much as you want. It’s not changing anything, Lena.” That was the problem to him; everyone backed off when they thought they might push her too far. Tyler knew better than that; there were times in the mountains that he wanted to give up, when the pain was too unbearable…no, he had a pretty good appreciation on what too far was, and he wasn’t just going to give Elena the space that she was demanding. Good or bad; this was where he wanted to be…how successful Tyler might get, that was a completely different debate.
“I didn’t come by to talk to you for hours about flipping the switch back on. Or to tell you that everything is going to be okay.” He could hear her on the other side of the door; she was moving things around…sounded like a chair being drug across the floor. Barricading, so that he couldn’t get in? Smart move; but he didn’t tire out very quickly…no, this was a challenge, and the competitive nature in him was always brought out at things like that. “My life sucks. Klaus wants me dead and my girlfriend won’t stop talking to him. We’re in Hell. I’m not going to feed you some bullshit line about how things are going to start looking up. That if you don’t turn the switch back on, it’ll be the end of the world.” He raised one foot and kicked the door hard; it shook, even harder than when she had shut it earlier, but didn’t completely give yet. He knew something with more of his strength would at least start to create cracks in the wood. Patience wasn’t one of his virtues; he was trying though, not that he figured it would last. With her emotions off, she could hit at everything that made him angry without even blinking.
And he was mad; the more he thought about it, the worse it got. Klaus permission to come back? Screw that. Tyler slammed his fist into the door, splintering it from the outside…it hadn’t gone all the way through, obviously, but the sound that it made would have been unmistakable. If he really wanted, he could get through right then, but he wasn’t done yet. “Guess what, Gilbert?” He could still hear her, faintly, though she sounded further away. Was she trying to plan a different escape route just in case he got inside? She might run, but he’d chased her. Maybe it was what he wanted; maybe it was what both of them wanted. “As much as you’ve been a bitch with your emotions off, at least you’re honest. Me seeing you doesn’t always have to have some white knight ulterior motive.”