Bea was in luck, because one of the last things Ty would care to talk about was her potential interest in pretty boy Stone. The way he looked at it was, if she wanted him to know anything about it, she'd fucking well tell him. He wasn't going to ask her what she was thinking about the whole situation, how she felt about the guy, anything like that. He might be mildly curious if she'd boned him yet, but unless Bea brought it up, he wasn't going to ask about that, either.
He was gazing at the ceiling, ruminating about nothing in particular-- blank brains were happy brains!-- when Bea entered the room and told him he'd better be in the mood to share.
"For you, always," he said, which was probably the closest Ty came to gallantry. "Help yourself, long as you don't mind drinking after me." He would have shared the couch with her, but he was also just as content to stay where he was. For some reason, it had felt like a long day, and he was happy to see the end of it.