It felt right to have Tyler here when she needed support and companionship, but her parents, despite their inclination to give her some extra space, would react, well, like parents. It would probably be after her boyfriend had awkwardly shuffled his way out of the house too, escaping like she could not, especially today. And that, Bernadette realised, just was not fair. There was the familiar sound of a door slamming.
It was almost natural to take her physical limits into consideration at the moment, because nothing was going to stop her from succeeding at her current scheme. Bernadette looked up at him, returning concern with a reassuring smile. Then came the footsteps on the concrete paving stones, reminding her that time was running out. Dont look so worried, Ty.
The jangle of keys. She kissed him again to distract him from fingers that were tracing a path from his upper thigh. Then she laughed, pulling away from his lips as her fingertips grazed, intentionally, a touch too high. He could have caught us doing much, much worse. Pass me the remote please?
He, surprisingly, obliged meaning that the television was on so that the cuddling looked entirely innocent when her dad opened their front door. It also meant that Bernadette was able to hide some of her blush against Tyler as she turned to see her father ladened down with shopping bags.
Dad! She hit the mute button, then paused deliberately to look between him and her boyfriend, looking at least a little contrite. Ty came to see me.
Her father, from what Bernadette could tell, did not miss a beat at the unexpected situation presented, smiling a greeting at their visitor as he set down the bags. Hey Tyler. Do you mind ferrying these to the kitchen whilst I get the rest? The fact that he did not pause for a response was a little odd, until he stopped half-turned to go back out the door with a slight frown on his lips. And when I come back with the rest we can talk
[Bernadette "Bernie" Thomas continued elsewhere]
[Tyler "Ty" Yazzie continued elsewhere]