Ty was used to sparring with Bea, right from the start. It seemed to be how they related best, and underneath it was a great deal of affection. It might be odd, but it worked for them, so he really didn't care.
"I better not," he mumbled when she threatened that he might wake up with makeup on his face. "I'll leave again." Not that he would, but he had to say something. He did indeed sleep deeply enough that she could perform any number of indignities without him waking up. Ty figured he especially would now that he was someplace safe and didn't have to worry about awakening with the Infected trying to chomp on his brains or his intestines. It actually felt incredibly good to be sleeping on a bed again, even if it was a prison bunk covered with a sleeping bag. He'd take it.
Ty felt the bed shift as she climbed off of it, and he had to put in an effort to understand what she was saying to him. "'Kay," he said. Even if he forgot the places she'd said, he knew he'd be able to find her. Probably everyone in the place knew her by now. He curled up slightly, figuring she'd tweak him later about falling asleep on her but not caring. They were both here, he knew she was safe, so right now the most important thing seemed to be catching up on rest.