"Eeeh." It wasn't a word, really, more a hybrid between a sigh and a groan. "He's either lying through his teeth and talking about how fine he is, or picking a fight to avoid talking about how not fine he is. Mostly with me, but I swear one day his contractor nearly quit, and his contractor's his partner." That was a different kind of self-destructive than Ty usually was. "Add in the guilt spiral over Carlos, and....yeah."

She flopped on the couch and kicked off her heels before pushing her hands through her hair. "He's that bad. In contrast, Gael may never walk again and he's still on cloud nine." That probably wouldn't last forever, though. The euphoria was bound to wear off eventually, and even she could see that Carlos Sanchez wasn't entirely the same. He looked hollow sometimes, drawn in, the way she sometimes felt and remembered feeling a lot more often.

"The Kagan family drama is too depressing to talk about," she said finally, even though she could have probably gone on for hours. "How are things here?"