My ashes, as the phoenix, may bring forth....

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Ty's eyes fluttered slowly, and for the first moments he was lost as to what was going on. He had no recollection of where he was, though he could quickly put together that was he in some sort of hospital room. He could also feel his toes, and move his hands- so...that ruled out, well...something. There was a steady beat on a machine to his left, the loud beeping keeping time with his remarkably steady heart as he stared at it before he spotted Ollie sitting in a chair- asleep from everything he could see.

But...that still didn't explain why he was there. Or, actually, why Ollie was there. Maybe they'd gotten into some sort of bar fight. He doubted he'd drank too much, he wasn't a particularly heavy drinker even when he could afford to drink as much as he wanted. Reaching up, he ran a hand over his face, before he sat up. He seemed....alright.

Why couldn't he remember what had happened? The last thing he remembered had just been him....going to bed. So why....

"What's....what's going on?" He asked, reaching up to rub his temple as he tried to message the dull buzz out of his head. There was a persistent fog in his mind, he thought. Maybe after he just woke up more he'd manage to work out that the fucking hell was going on.

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That was life, Elisha thought. Life on the Deck, at any rate, and life Outside...had it's own tragic quirks, just less likely to involve poison and blades and spies sneaking away in the night. More likely to involve explosions, honestly, and it was one of the many times he cursed this place and it's tendency to pretend that only the good parts of the Outside world could come in.

"That's adorable," he said out loud. "No. You need to take time to recover. For one, Sebastian would be so sad that he didn't get to force you to sit still for medical examinations. For another..." He smiled a bit slyly. "You have a boyfriend who'd probably drag you out of your office bodily if you tried."

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"My boyfriend, as you say, has bolted and had been trying to do so since I woke up, so I don't know what I would count him in the 'drag you home' bracket at the moment." Ty said, frowning as he glanced at the chair Ollie had been in. He didn't understand why it bothered him so much, but it did. It hurt a little that the man just ran away, and didn't even give Ty a chance to do much in the way of stopping him.

"Personally, I would just prefer going back to work, you know. Solve a mystery or two. Give Carlos a break from the paperwork he so loves." He also just needed something to do, and sitting still was not one of those things he was good at. He never had been good at it, and Ty suspected he never would be.

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"Not his finest moment, probably," Elisha said with a shrug. He understood the need for air, of course, and it was exactly as Hadyn had said. Ollie'd about burned himself out, and with Ty not remembering enough to even know why - Elisha couldn't blame him.

But Ty was hurt by it, so he did blame him, a little.

"I'd rather you not go after your own would be murderer," he said evenly. "I understand wanting to, but I'd rather you didn't." Still, he'd go stir-crazy himself, so he leaned back a bit. "But maybe you'd like to take some of my work off my hands."

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There was something utterly suspicious about Elisha offering up some of his work in order to keep Ty out of his own office. On the one hand he could hear his father's argument for it- you need to learn, responsibility, more to ruling than knowing how to fight. On the other hand, he was enough of his father's son to see a ploy to get out of certain jobs for what it was.

"I don't suppose we get to discuss which items of interest I would be taking off your hands in advance, either. Because if we did that...." Well, Elisha did so hate some of these meetings, and Ty was starting to suspect he was going to get a first hand taste of them and why they were hated so much.

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"You're thinking I'm going to drop the budget committee on you," Elisha said with a sage nod. "Hadn't crossed my mind." The entertainment committee, though. The winter party season was coming up, and with it a gaggle of eveningwear obsessed planners agitating for a ball. The only joy he got out of it was coming up with alternatives to disappoint the people wanting to get into a hundred yards of purple tulle.

"But we can, I suppose, discuss. Your father's likely to frown at me otherwise." It was fair to say Hadyn had his number even better, after all, than Ty.

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"Oh, he would frown....he would most certainly frown." Ty said, smiling just a little. If nothing else, one would always trust in Hadyn's 'disapproving dad' face to help bend Elisha's opinions on some things. He and Sarah had used it enough to their advantage as kids.

"But fine....if you insist." Since he wasn't going back to his job, he might as well get to do something. Anything. Because otherwise his wall was going to make for excellent target practice.