Who | Tyler & Marietta When | Oct 1 [Backdated] Where | Hut #12 ... AKA Marietta's Bachelor Pad. What | A long overdue conversation that will probably end with something being thrown at him. Rating | Let's just go with High. Status | Incomplete.
Tyler never really expected to have this conversation. Granted, he never really expected himself to have a daughter or end up being dragged to some frigid wasteland either. If his life was going to be full of surprises, he'd prefer the happy ending sort and not the vacation to no man's land. It wasn't that he didn't want to have this particular conversation, but something in him very dryly told him it was going to be a difficult one. Whether it was because he had to apologize or because he had to apologize to Marietta, he hadn't quite decided on. Furthermore, it irked him that he had to get all bundled up just to go across to the next hut ... even if bundled up to him meant a jacket.
Fuck this place.
It took a matter of three seconds to cross the space between the huts and since Marietta was the only on currently in said hut, he didn't have to worry about running into anyone else. It was much warmer inside the insulated area, but that wasn't really saying much. The run off from a glacier was warmer than the air outside.
He'd only spoken to her once since he'd been on the Island and that was when she'd somehow managed to offer him a drink after he'd first arrived ... and even then the conversation was short and very Marietta. While that normally didn't have much of an impact on him, she had certainly been having none of it that night. Not that he could really blame her.
"How is it you managed to acquire a hut to yourself?" he asked, casually.