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[Ollie/Ty] Rewind the tape, start again

So, Ollie thought, he was having a meltdown. That's what Sam would have told him if his eldest sister was still alive to. Then she'd tell him to give himself twenty minutes to embrace the meltdown and then go deal with the shit. Lenore would have prescribed a long walk somewhere quiet. Carine....would have poured him a drink.

In a way, he did all three before he came back to Ty's wing - sitting with his head in his hands in a quiet corner of Club Castle, then walking through Town and the gardens at Heart Castle, and finally getting Cailean James to pour him a whiskey at his dad's bar on the edge of the Spade and Diamond districts before he walked back. By then, Elisha and Hadyn had left. He imagined Sarah had been by, and Carlos, too, but the hall was empty now except for a nurse in a chair in the hall, and he checked his watch. Just past six, he thought. Still early, but then, every person who cared about Ty was bent on making the people who'd done this pay - including him.

"I brought apology food," he said, lifting a bag up. "It is, unfortunately, the daily special at Mackinnon's, but Cailean assured me it was one of their cook's better attempts."

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There were worse things, Ty thought. Then finding out that you had lost entire months worth of memories. One of those worse things was feeling like it was all somehow your fault, that you were an asshole, and that someone you were supposed to care about was hurt and upset. That was definitely worse, he thought. So much so.

"...You didn't have to." He said, though he was grateful. He was hungry still, even after the food he'd been given earlier. It also reminded him that Oliver looked...something. Carlos and Sarah had been quick to fill in some of the blanks, even if they couldn't give him all the answers. He knew, in a way, that he'd wormed his way into Ollie's life quickly. And Ollie into his. They told him about Patrick, the aftermath with Gael in a free fall. They explained how hard Ollie had taken it, unable to do anything for his friend, and how Ty had at least been there to help cope.

So he supposed it made sense that he was the bad guy because he couldn't recall those details. "I'm not sure bad food would be unwelcome right now. I feel like I haven't eaten in forever."

Two weeks, really. He'd not eaten anything in two weeks.

He didn't really think of Ty as being the bad guy; it would be unfair to think like that, Ollie thought. But he'd had a visceral reaction of rejection, as ridiculous as it might seem, and it had been a better idea to get some air, he'd thought, then to get mad about something that had been out of all of their control. Still, Ty had looked wounded when he'd looked back from the doorway - and he'd heard Hadyn explain his departure away.

It was a weird world, when Hadyn Novak had become his defender.

He smiled, though, handing over the burger special and fries and flopping into the chair next to the bed. "Your pseudo-cousin sent this too," he said, pulling out a flask of scotch whisky. "Not sure the doctor'll approve, so I'll leave that one up to you. The one way you might be lucky is they're not keeping you on IV. I had to do that once for a week, and it was brutal. I was literally dreaming of food I hadn't had since I was ten, and suddenly sounded like the best thing on the planet. That and enchiladas. I was desperate for enchiladas."

"I though whiskey was standard medicine for recovery?" Ty said in mock surprise. "My uncle Victor swears by it, or so I have been told." Still, he smirked just a little. He took the burger first, though. Pulling it out of the bag, his stomach groaned at the smell of it and he smiled just a little when a note fell out with a message from his pseudo cousin about getting better, and a bottle waiting for him when he broke out of prison.

He took a few bites of the burger, trying to pace himself as he eat with only a little success before he looked up at Ollie again and wiped his mouth with a napkin. "I don't know, this burger could be terrible and I wouldn't know right now because it is the best thing I could ever want right now. Food wise." He said before smiling a little at the other man. "And...I have, um, I have a lot of history to catch up on. But mostly I just want to know- do. you still...want this? Even if you have to start over?"

"One of my sisters was married to an Irishman," Ollie said. He'd told Ty this once before, but he wouldn't remember now. "Cian swore by Jameson's for whatever ailed you, which was a really broad range of things." He suspected that philosophy was at least a bit to blame for Sam divorcing him, really.

He watched Ty attempt to almost swallow the burger whole before he pushed his hand through his hair. "...Yeah," he said after a moment. "I mean, the doctor had told me you'd probably lose time. I just didn't expect it to be..." All of their time, really. Three months of it, and those were some of the most up and down months of his life, at least. "That was what I was going to ask," he added, softly. "You're going to have a lot on your plate, and as far as you remember, we went out for Indian once."

"Well, it must be something in the water in Ireland." He said, smirking just a little as he slowed down on his eating. It was not going to be thing to wisely debate, at least not with Victor or Ben. Thankfully, neither were here at the moment and he could just carefully open the flask and took a swig of the swill.

"Yeah....I do." Ty said, looking at the remains of his burger. "But, to be fair....it was good Indian food. And you did tell a few terrible jokes, which I still laughed at. So, I figure....if we kept going, then it must have worked out alright in the end." He said, looking at Ollie. "Because, I don't know. I like Oliver Byrd, even when you confuse me. Or trying to run me off a road."

"Please, I was charming and hilarious. And only drove you off the road because you were doing the same." He stretched his legs out and leaned in to steal one of Ty's fries, popping it in his mouth. "We were doing okay," he said, though. "Drove your sister nuts, to be honest. So very domestic. Your cat almost likes me." That was about as much as you can expect from a cat, honestly.

"I like you too," he said, though. It was a hell of an understatement, he thought, rubbing his temple a bit. "And if I were ready to give it up, I wouldn't have spent two weeks waiting for you to wake up."

"Well I guess that settles it then. We will find, uh...a time to go on another one of those terribly cliche dates. And we'll be absolutely disgusting in our charm, no doubt." He said, smirking as he leaned back on the bed.

"Well, it will be a start at least. And if the General sort of likes you, we've clearly made an impression on him. I should remember to keep him out of the room while the adults are playing. He's an impressionable lad, really. Don't need him getting any ideas."

Ollie smirked a bit. There were, certainly, any number of cliche dates they could go on. Of course last time around - it made him feel weird to think of the first few months as last time - they hadn't dated that much before it became a netflix and chill sort of thing.

"Did the doctor give you any idea when you can bust out of here?" He asked. "The nurse outside seems mostly into her copy of Vogue. Either that or she was pretending she didn't see me smuggling in grease."

"Oh, a couple more days. I have to prove I can walk down the hall on my own, I think, before they let me out. Luckily two weeks in a bed isn't nearly as back as two months. So- a day or two I think." If he were lucky, very lucky. But Ty didn't see why he couldn't be that lucky, he thought as he took another swig of the whiskey and held it out for Ollie.

"I think he's also worried I'll fall over and hurt myself or something. I might not be the son of a King in the way fairytales talk of it. No promise of taking over the kingdom, and some such. But I am still the son of the King, and thus....every little hurt is something to fret and worry over." Not that, Ty imagined, Elisha had ever meant for it to be that way. Instead, everyone else had taken it upon themselves to worry a hundred times over about his well being. And he had long gotten used to being call 'my little prince' by teachers and tutors as he grew up.

Interestingly, he was still called that from time to time even now.

Ollie only took a sip of whiskey before he handed it back, tilting his head a bit. He'd had a couple shots at the bar - and that was about as far as he was willing to go, even with extenuating circumstances.

"Sometimes I think it's not your parents in danger of spoiling you, but the rest of the Clubs," he said with some amusement. Though he expected Sarah got more of it. The girl, the princess, and the same age as Ty. His sisters had been mostly out of the princess stage by the time he, the little Hollywood prince, had been born.

Of course, when he'd been referred to as a prince, it had been with large amounts of sarcasm.

"My parents literally have never spoiled me. I had to earn everything, honestly, and it was rather annoying. Hadyn in particular was big on that, though I suppose I should be thankful he was not the nightmare my grandmother was supposed to have been." Not that he'd ever heard from Hadyn about her. Rather it had been others who spoke plainly about the sort of torturous life she'd inflicted on both his father and uncle- sibling rivalry, sense of family before all else.

The sort of impact it had had Hadyn was both easy and difficult to see at times. Hadyn was like hardened steel when it came to training, and when it came to the more underhanded aspects of the suit- things most people had little realization that he dealt with. But his father had long handled the dirtier things that their current Jack seemed blind to. Other times a person could see the softer side of Hadyn, the one he'd long cultivated and perfected with a warm, gentle smile that made his dark eyes sparkle. Ty imagined that if someone had to describe the sort of weapon Hadyn was...he was a sharp blade that fit into one's hand so perfectly it could never fail.

"My parents were interesting, really. Hadyn, perhaps, more so at times. He's like a roller coaster, or was...things are more even keel these days, but when I was younger..." Ty shook his head a little, thinking back on it. "Elisha has a flair about him that Hadyn certainly compliments, but at the end of the day I feel like he is far more predictable. And he spoiled us a little, I guess. He doted on Sarah, in particular. She's the princess, different rules and all that. Different expectations. As such, the rest...."

Well, the rest of the clubs it seemed wanted to make up from the pressure that two powerful fathers could create for a young son. So he'd always been well guarded, and well looked after. Perhaps in the most annoying sense of the matter.

It was a rarified world that Ty had grown up in, Ollie thought. Rarified enough that, back home, it could have been a movie, but not something in real life. Of course, he thought with a slightly amused smile, his father would have directed the movie. His mother would have hunted down the perfect Hollywood princeling with bright eyes and golden-brown hair to play Tyler. Sam would have been the Hollywood princeling's hard-edged attorney.

It was a rarified world he came from, too.

"On the other hand, I was definitely spoiled rotten. Youngest, only boy, and parents with more money than time. The son of a Hollywood director can get most everything he wants. It's probably a miracle I'm not an actual monster."

He examined his nails and then pointed at Ty. "And before you speak, remember that you don't remember most of the nice things about me, darling."

"Remember that I don't remember? I feel like that might be an oxymoron." Ty said with a smile as he put the flask and the trash to the side on a table and leaned back on bed. He was tired, but a part of him also wondered if he was going to wake up missing more time like he had this morning. It was something that reminded him of being a child, with a fear he didn't understand and couldn't explain.

"When was the last time you got any sleep?" He asked, instead as he looked back at Ollie, trying not to show his own uneasiness as he smiled at the other man. "You look like a man in need of a nap, at the very least."

"I slept about...three hours last night, I think?" Which was what he had started to think of as normal, the past three weeks. Sleep didn't come easy, and with the investigation and his job - there wasn't much time for it anyway. Insomnia was to be embraced.

He started to get up; he should check on Banner, even though he knew Gael was going by, walking him, and taking care of him on those days Ollie never ended up leaving Club Castle. Then he gave Ty a curious look, and unlaced his shoes. "Move over, then," he said. "They took out your IVs, anyway."

"Did you learn to read minds these last weeks?" He asked as he moved over enough to give Oliver enough room on the bed. Luckily, the former pilot was not as broad in the shoulders as Ty himself was, and they were both thin. Even on a twin there was enough room for them both to lay back on the bed. "Because I was certainly going to suggest this. You can tell me about our second date, and I can try to remember it." He didn't think it would work, but it did seem better than just staring at the ceiling and wondering about how he was going to start over.

Ollie wouldn't have known, either, the comfort of him being right there gave Ty. Easing some of the worry that any sleep he had wouldn't result in him missing days or weeks...or months before waking again. It was probably childish, but it was terrifying. It hadn't been until the sun started to set that Ty had even thought about what sleeping again could mean.

"Tomorrow....Maybe you can help me walk down the hall, and tell me a little about who was trying to kill me."

"Maybe the two of us just think alike," Ollie said with a soft laugh as he adjusted the covers over them and then tilted his head to look at Ty. It was a tight fit, even with the two of them being thin. He'd never thought about his narrow shoulders really being an advantage before.

"Mm, our second date. Well, we tried. We went to Mooseknuckle, but it was karaoke night and my best friend's a ham." Gael wasn't here to argue with him about it, really. "So we disappeared into the night, en d up at your apartment where you forced me to watch soccer, I believe, before you let me order takeout." There'd eventually been the part of the night where they'd fallen into bed, Ollie thought, all tangled together and a bit desperate - because that had been building for a while. But not as fast as he might have expected. "Then later, we were starving - no idea why - so I forced you to endure me using your kitchen to cook."

As for the next day, he tilted his head. "I can help you with both of those things," he said. "It's going to piss everyone your related to off, though. For the second part, at least."

"My fathers do not know me well enough if they think I don't want to know what the hell is going on. I mean...." He frowned, scratching at the side of his neck and filling the scruff of his beard beard on his hand. "It's....weird. Going to sleep and then waking up and just...weeks gone. So yeah, I want to see this son of a bitch with my own eyes. Also- I'm the fucking head of security. I should be able to do this."

Even if it was a bit too personal, and he'd have advised his people to step away if it had been them. It was just the nature of things, really. And Ty knew he'd be better served by following it, but he just needed...to know.

"I've never had the full on beard before....does it look good on me? I keep forgetting about it, and then it brushes up on one of my hands." He said, changing the subject a little as he tilted his head over to rest against Ollie's.

"I'm sure everyone expects you to want to know everything, probably yesterday," Ollie said. "I'd expect that, and they know you better, darling." He was silent for a bit. He couldn't, he thought, really imagine what Ty was going through. It had been terrible for him, and he hadn't been the one unconscious on the floor of that house.

"I understand," he said, though. "I'm the one who found you, so I do get it, Ty."

He reached up to tangle the tips of his fingers in Ty's hair, and laughed a little softly. "No," he said bluntly. "It's not the best look on you. Not the worst, but you're more handsome when I can see all of that face."

"You're telling me that I need to shave?" Ty teased, looking at Oliver with a slight smirk. "Remind me to not kiss you when you're sporting a bit of fuzz. I mean. I imagine it makes me look more jewish." It wasn't like he wasn't aware that his beard was not the magnificent sort of beard his Uncle Victor could sport. Not that the man did very often.

"And of course my father knows me better. Hence he's attempt to distract me by giving me his work to do for a while." He imagined it was so that Elisha could also keep an eye on him without saying he was. It would put them both at ease- Hadyn and Elisha, that was. They were clearly worried about what all this could be a precursor to.

"So....Baseball. What is it you love so much about baseball, mm?"

"Honey, I'll still kiss you with the beard. Just...not as often." His own beard, when he let it grow at all, was auburn and showed that normally invisible celtic heritage on his mother's side. It probably didn't look that different than what Victor Fox had, not that Ollie had ever spoken to the man. "Besides, the curls already make you look Jewish enough, I think."

As for baseball, he raised a bit of a brow. He didn't, really, watch much of it either on tv or streaming on the internet. Baseball was one of those games best experienced in person. It lost something on the screen, and even then - it was really a game that was the most exhilarating when it was played. "Well, my dad used to tell me it was the best game because a team could always make a comeback right up until the end of the game. But honestly, it was my favorite because we could all pick it up and play in the backyard, and because I used to make my sisters take me to see the Dodgers so I could stuff myself with hot dogs and popcorn." It was really less about the game itself, he thought. More about the memories he had.

"Also, as a pitcher, I really like throwing a ball about as fast as I can drive my bike."

"Hardly, the curls just make me look fun." He said, smirking a little as he turned in the bed a little to give them both a bit more space. Ty pillowed his head on an arm as the yawned a little before shaking his head a little.

"If I have to experience it, then....sure. Lets go to a Dodgers game. Just you and me, date....200 and counting." He said, smiling a little at Ollie before his eyes dipped a little. He was sure that he probably should have been sleeping, but worry....

Meh. Why sleep when he could talk to Ollie, who was supposed to be laying down to sleep.

Ty might not want to sleep, and they might both prefer staying up and talking, with Ollie trying to fill in months of blanks. But Ty had had a long day; Ollie had barely slept for the last two weeks. He doubted they'd be awake long.

He hesitated a bit about the Dodgers game. Last time he'd gone to one, he thought, was on his last leave before the car accident. With his dad, of course, in their usual seats where they'd been a familiar sight. But that was five years ago now, he thought, and as much as his presumed death made him hesitant to go back to L.A....probably no one would ever think he was that Oliver Byrd. "I don't know if we're up to 200 yet," he said as he turned his head to watch Ty. No, they wouldn't be awake long like this. "But sure, let's do the Dodgers, and I can introduce you to the time honored tradition of swearing at umpires from the stands." He paused. "Though that probably goes across sports, really."

"Everyone yells at the ref, that is like...the universal language of sports." It was probably why some people had no respect for certain sports that did not have umpires or referees. "And if we aren't up to 200, we've got a lot of work to get there. I expect that we should start as soon as possible." Maybe even tomorrow, or whenever they find the dickwad with a bomb.

"You'll have to tell me when they play ball," he said in a sleepy voice as he blinked and then sighed before he smiled a little. "You should sleep, before we plan a dodgers trip."

"Mm, I will." It was nearly September now, he thought; baseball season was in the wane, and the Dodgers hadn't fielded a good enough team this year to make it anywhere near the Series. So a Dodgers date - that was a ways off. Next spring. There were plenty of options in the meantime, he thought as he rubbed one of Ty's curls between his fingers.

As for the asshole with the bomb - Sarah had texted while he was getting air, telling him that she was following a good lead. They hadn't had many of those yet, but if this was panned out...Ollie suspected Ty wasn't going to have the opportunity to deal with the culprit. Sarah Kagan, for all that she played the role of the spoiled princess pretty well, had revealed a slightly terrifying and intense side that frankly scared him a little bit. If this lead was right, whoever it was would be dead by morning.

He was rather certain of that. He smiled, though, as he settled back against the pillows. "You should sleep too," he said. "I'll be here when you wake up."

He would have hoped that Sarah wouldn't have killed the man, or men. He had questions, and he needed answers but all of that would have to wait. Certainly would have to wait until he was up on his feet and not curled up on the bed. Even if it was next to Ollie.

"You better be," he muttered, before his eyes finally, slowly closed and he started to drift off into his sleep.

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