"A dirty talker," Ty corrected her, waggling his eyebrows, but he let the subject drop there. It was fairly creepy to think about that kind of thing when it came to close friends; he'd be in complete agreement on that.
He had to snort at the thought of anyone who'd gone out looting bringing back sexual paraphernalia, although when he thought of it? Yeah, it had probably happened. There were all kinds of people in the world, and some of them were fucking nuts and/or perverts. There might very well be a fleshlight or something similar in the storage area right now. Ugh. Ty was open-minded, but he couldn't imagine that anything of that sort could ever substitute for a human being. "Oh, yeah, I wanna pass on the lovelorn, desperate ones," he said. "I used to attract those like bugs to flypaper back in the real world. I dunno what it was. I could never find a woman who just wanted to hook up and have some fun. No, I got chased by the ones who were lookin' for a big honking diamond for their left hand."
Ty pillowed his head on his arm, relaxing further, fully realizing just how tired he was now that he was still. His life had been nothing but stress and fear ever since he'd broken his ankle, and he almost couldn't believe that he was here now, safe and back in the same place as Bea was. "Yeah," he agreed with her statement about leadership. "It's all attitude. If you believe you got a handle on it and you show it, everyone else'll believe it too." That had been their experience before, and he saw no reason why it couldn't continue to be now.
He snickered at her comment about the shank. "Hey, I could make a fuckin' shank. Don't think I can't. Might be a good close-up fighting weapon." He'd put more stock in his command of his guns, because they'd never let him down yet, but the more weaponry the better, in his opinion. Ty twitched one socked foot, doing his best to stay alert and awake. Maybe lying down had been a mistake.