Looking down at his chest he shook his head and let his eyes fall back on her, "Skin. Hair. Fabric." Why did she always have to start with him? Here he was, having actually come to give what could resemble an apology for being gone so long (the flowers anyone?) and now she was starting an argument with him. Hadn't she learned to leave well enough alone by now? No, she had to dig, and dig, and dig until Ty got to the point of wanting to punch something.