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one of ty's favorite things was when he would climb into her bed, which was usually unoccupied, to take a nap. on the off-chance, sometimes he would wake up to find her sitting right next to him, playing on her phone, or cleaning a weapon. but sometimes she would pretend to be napping too, or maybe she really was, either way he couldn't quite tell.

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sometimes, though not often, she would let him hug her without complaining about it. ty enjoyed those times the most. when she would walk through the door and he was already waiting for her, wrapping his arms around her waist as he stood on his toes and grinned. and occasionally she wouldn't groan and roll her eyes, but instead place her hand on his head and smile.

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the best were the few times she allowed him to sit on her motorcycle. she could be surprising every so often. the first time he'd even touched it was when she caught him staring at the bike, keeping a safe distance of course. It surprised Ty to find himself being gently lifted him onto the seat of the motorcycle, with her sitting behind him while the bike remained stationary. and she told him about the different parts and how fast it could go, letting him stick his small smudgy fingerprints over the surface without a word. and when he asked if she would drive him somewhere on it she said no and immediately set him back on the ground where it was safe.