[b]Tyler - Motel - Scarlett[/b]

Tyler was feeling better, to say the least. Katie had finally given in and allowed herself to practice with the gun, if only for a little while. They still had a lot of work to do, but Tyler was happy knowing his little girl had taken the first step toward properly protecting herself. He left her in the care of George of Liam while he stalked the upstairs balcony, occasionally looking over the fence at the darkened city beyond. It was during this time last night that he'd had the argument with Scarlett, and he was worried now that he'd been too harsh with her. Despite only being a child, Katie probably had a point about needing to apologize.

So, when Scarlett ran into him, he was quick to shake his head at her apologies. "It's fine," he said, crossing his arms. "I shouldn't have been so... angry. My point still stands, but..." He sighed, stepping closer to her. "I get too angry sometimes. I think I was always like this... Never was one to properly handle stress. We still need to work together, Scarlett, so--"

"Can I shave your beard?" Scarlett blurt out, causing Tyler to pause. He guessed they were all cool again, or something.

"I could probably do that myself," he said, giving her a curious look. He wasn't sure he'd ever let anyone shave his beard before, and he wasn't sure why anyone would even want to. "... I mean, I guess you could. If you really want to."