Apartment. Apartment made more sense, but last time she had an apartment, Meggy was next door. She couldn't replace Meggy... Or the kittens. Mischief seemed so sense her discomfort and mewed next to her. She held out a hand and he cautiously ventured over, seemingly hesitant about whether he forgave her for scaring him so much. "Is that what you want...." She said slowly. No explosions yet. Too early for explosions. Plus she said she'd be more patient. At least he wasn't talking about anything other than living together. Which they already sort of did before...

"And it doesn't sound weird to me..." She admitted. Half her best memories were both times she got shot. Both times... Right, she was going to start counting now.

Ty smiled at Tses's interaction with Mischief. The little black ball of fluff, Ty felt was very appropriately named.

He gave a nod. "Good. I didn't mean to spring the whole moving in together thing, but at this point, it seems to be the best possible thing. I mean, it's a little different than me crashing on your couch, but not much." He walked over to her, sitting down beside her with a grin. "So, you doing better?" he asked. "Aside from the falling through furniture thing, I mean."

Ty sat next to her, and the suspicious light didn't quite leave Tses' eyes. He seemed to happy. Maybe she should have reacted more. Nothing blew up in the exchange. Must've been morning, or must've been...

"Feeling fine. Not as much pain this morning, but that's probably because you're smuggling medication into a Trojan sandwich." She slowly remarked. She may not be observant, but there was only one thing that could account for the vague haze still clinging to her brain.

Ty's smile dropped, and his eyes were afraid for a second, but he looked her in the eyes as he spoke, a sign he was telling the truth. "Oh, that. I actually didn't do that to keep you sedated or whatever while I sprung that bombshell. I didn't think of a more permanent setting until right before I said it. The reason I slipped it into your food was so you wouldn't have to go through the ritual of me helping you take it. You're an independent person, and me popping a pill into your mouth and holding a cup of water for you to wash it down with can't be good on your ego," he said softly.

Tses listened cautiously, then finally decided he was telling the truth. Fair enough. At least she didn't have to deal with more shoulder pain, and it was sort of better not having her ego squashed by him helping her with the meds. She let it go and glanced down at her leg. Injuries took forever.

"I guess that's a fair enough reason. So, did you think any further on that plan or just as far as 'try to tell Tses without getting hit by kitchen utensils?" She remarked. There was the faintest hint of a smile on her face though as she joked about it. She was still independent, but at least some of her temper had mellowed out.

"I barely thought that far," Ty explained with a chuckle. "Though, in retrospect...the flying kitchen utensils, or water-bottles, or what have you...is actually pretty funny. Like when I used my mutation on your shirt by mistake, and got hit in the back of the head when I told you. That's still my favorite shirt, by the way."

He smiled, leaning back on the bed. "Or the first time I kissed you and took an oven mitt to the face." He laughed at that one.

Tses could laugh at some things in retrospect, but her temper wasn't necessarily one of them. She felt guilty for how she treated Ty, and fiddled with her fishnets slightly as the memories came back. "I don't know, I sort of feel bad about that I guess. I just...I get scared, and lash out, and you were the only one who was ever close enough to get hit. I mean, part of it is funny. An oven mitt isn't the most terrifying weapon of choice. But getting mad of you just for caring was wrong..."

She stared at the leggings, picking at a hole that got ripped in them. Her arms were still bare and the air felt cold on her skin. She rubbed her wrists tempted to put the wraps back on.

"Well, I see the water bottle and oven mitt as merited. I mean, we'd seen each other what? Twice? In that same day, I technically peeked at you naked, then after taking the hit from the bottle, tried to kiss you." He pulled his glove off of one hand, putting the bare skin on the bare skin of her arm. Her arms may have been cold, but Ty's hands were warm.

"We both made mistakes, Wisp," he whispered, wisely using his newly chosen name for her instead of the cliched Hon, Baby, or any other that could get him an explosive in his pants. "And we're going to end up making more. That's a fact of life. But we have an idea what to expect this time, right?"

Tses choked on air. While she knew him reading her shirt showed things, it was still awkward to hear it said so bluntly. Her face turned pink. "I don't know why you'd want to see anything anyway." She muttered to herself. She looked down at her arms. All she saw was scars. Tough skin, lack of feeling, couldn't even really tattoo it. Before she could move to get the wraps though Ty's hand touched her arm. Then it was hard to pull away.

"An idea what to expect....Screw up, get hit with an oven mitt? Sounds legit." She said sarcastically.

Ty didn't hear the comment, but he did catch the choking and the sarcasm. "That's not what I meant. We know each other's flaws. But at the same time, our strengths. Look, you know I love you. But I know you don't always believe me when I tell you what I think of you when it's positive. But yes, I do realize that me screwing up means me risking flying oven mitts or getting an explosive put in my pants pocket."

He stuck his tongue out playfully, trying to lighten the mood a little.

It was hard to lighten the mood when Tses functioned as a rain cloud in their relationship. Which was ironic, considering she could turn into light now. She sighed and jabbed in the side before hobbling over to her backpack. She fished for some different clothes to change into, yanking out some jeans and a t-shirt.

"My attitude towards myself is the one thing I can't promise I'll change. You may be a little blind to how messed up I am, but I still have yet to find the same filter to make me feel better about myself." She remarked, scooping up the clothes. Now seemed like a good time for a shower. She didn't want to make an argument, but there was still some of her self-loathing clinging to the edges of her brain.

"We're both pretty messed up," Ty answered. "The point is we love each other anyway, and see past that. Or try to; it doesn't always work, I admit." When she picked up some clothes and headed toward the bathroom, Ty lay back on the bed. He knew better than to try and join her. He didn't have a death wish, after all.

Mischief hopped on his chest, curling up and purring. "Hey there Mischief," he whispered. The cat mewed, then jumped up, sitting in front of the closed bathroom door. Ty's face paled, but he didn't move just yet. The cat's food and litter box were in there!

Showing with a busted shoulder was not an easy experience, and when it came to Tses, it was an experience fueled by lots of profanity. Someone she managed not to fall over despite her bad leg, but that didn't mean she didn't occasionally pull her arm the wrong way or break one of the scabs that was forming. It was hard to really get clean when you kept bleeding all over the place. By the time she got out of the shower she was exhausted and annoyed. Blood was still running down her arm so she left the water running, wrapping a towel around herself as she looked around the bathroom for her bandages. Unfortunately, she didn't see any right away.

She glanced at the bathroom door. That meant they were sitting by the sink outside. She didn't want to ruin more clothes getting dressed first, but sneaking out like this...

She put her hand on the handle. Hopefully, Ty and mischief were staying out of the way.

Ty spent the entire time looking at the door, debating. He could very easily sneak the cat into the bathroom, but that could result in a bad ending for the cat. "Mischief, if you're wanting in there for the litterbox, you better hold it, girl," he whispered softly from his safe spot on the bed. "That is, if you know what's good for you. Trust me." His eyes stayed fixed on the door, biting his lip.

Mentally flipping a coin, Tses finally opened the door, and was immediately met by a kitten racing past her legs. With a startled yelp, kitten hit leg, Tses stumbled, and put out a hand to catch herself.

Somewhere in the exchange, the towel dropped, and when Tses looked up, she realized Ty was looking that direction. Red faced, forgetting the bandages, she scrambled back into the shower and shut the curtain.

The door stayed partially open and the kitten finally returned from it's trip to the little box.