Ty wasn't the sharpest tool when it came to emotional shit. That'd been a problem for awhile. Not here, though. He felt every bit of the hesitation Clarice was laying down. She didn't hate him anymore, at least not near as bad...but she was afraid of him. She might not admit it, but it was there.
Why shouldn't she be, after what she'd seen him do?
Couldn't dwell on it. Just forced a smile and gave her a nod. His chest felt so damn tight all the sudden, made it real hard to talk. "Sure thing." Hard to look at her too. "Be right back."
At first he was just walking away nice and slow, but it was picking up. All he needed was some air and then he'd be back, it was fine. He could clamp down on himself and they could talk again. That kept him moving through the wards to try and find his way out, that's why he had to run so damn far, it was just to get some fresh air out of this goddamn place. Everybody was gonna be okay. Just couldn't face them right now, that was all.
He'd be back though. Of course he'd be back.
((Ty Yazzie Continued I Imagine Death So Much It Feels Just Like A Memory