"Yeah, I'm an ass," Ty shot back, ignoring the way she reached up with one hand to wipe at her face. "But you knew that already." He'd never even tried to hide that pertinent fact from her; somehow they'd become close anyway. Maybe because they were a lot alike in some ways.
He probably should have sent her some sort of message with Vienna, he reflected. "I thought I'd be right behind her," he said. "Didn't work out that way." He of all people should know how easily the best-laid plans became completely FUBAR, but he'd let that knowledge escape him. Maybe because Ty had started to feel a bit invincible. He'd successfully run a safehouse for a long while, had kept himself and Bea safe until they'd parted ways. A random broken ankle thrown into the equation had definitely served to humble him somewhat.
Bea let go of him and settled down on the bed, and he seated himself on the far end of it, shrugging at her question. "Fucked, like it's been for a while," he told her, but then he gave her a grudging smile. "Nowhere near as great without you," he said. Especially while he'd been holed up, hoping he wouldn't be forced to fight for his life when he couldn't even fight properly. He'd thought about her a lot.
Ty snorted when she said that he'd missed her bitching at him. "Nobody bitches quite like you, Albrecht," he said. "It's a special talent." At the mention of his ankle, he flexed it in one direction and then the other. "Eh, it's fine. I'll have to do some working out, get rid of the limp." He could only roll his eyes when she said it should get him loads of sympathy from the compound's women. "I'm sure they're gonna be lining up to get with me," he snarked. "Hell, I'd need an instruction manual, it's been so long."