Ty snickered. "Most of the chicks who've tried to get with me are self-involved too, as in 'my ring' and 'my summer wedding'. You think I'm kidding, I know." Sometimes he'd felt like an accessory, someone reasonably tall, dark and handsome to adorn their arms and buy them things. That was so not what he'd been looking for. Hell, at least women should have different priorities than they'd had back then, like staying alive and unbitten by the Infected. "Sometimes after a while, fuck off works better," he suggested. Not that he made a habit of saying that to women, but some of them thought all it would take was enough persistence and he'd cave.
"Knives're great if you don't mind getting dirty," he said to her opinion of knives over guns. He knew Bea didn't, and he didn't either... it was just that he felt he had a better chance with a loaded weapon. When she said she carried a blade in her boot still, he said, "Figured you did. Keep that up." He'd always told her that she needed to be prepared to do whatever she had to to stay safe, and he knew she would. That had been one of the reasons he'd been able to leave her for as long as he had. Bea was one of the toughest girls he'd ever met.
Ty was quickly losing the battle to stay awake; he'd finally let his eyes fall shut, even though he frowned at her calling him 'Sleeping Beauty'. Sarcastic as hell, she was. One of the many things he liked about her. "Don't have to," he replied, although why she'd want to sit here and watch him sleep, he didn't know. He probably wasn't making much sense right then, but the only way he was going to be able to stay awake would be if someone forced him upright and poured several energy shots down his throat.