Tyrone could hear murmured voices and when his phone beeped, he felt glad that Tandy figured out his rushed text.
The problem with reading peoples' fears? It didn't exactly lighten the mood. And Ty really liked Lizzie. Reading her fears felt fucking invasive. Not that seeing her hopes was less invasive. But one was ...less negative.
He ran water for a few seconds, washed his hands, and then turned off the water. He felt more in control and returned to the living room.
"Sorry," he said with some sheepishness in his voice. He resumed where he'd been sitting. He didn't avoid touching Lizzie, but this time settled for holding her hand then wrapping his arm around her. He would again, but needed to start little just in case.