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Office Hours, Monday, 2/9

The first thing Tyler found out Monday morning was that a coffin was possibly his least favorite place to wake up. As he rose from it, he looked less like an elegant vampire and more like a panic-stricken man who regarded his first lungful of fresh air as something about 500 times better than sex.

After he stood around just breathing for a few minutes, there was nothing more to do than to prop the other coffin in the room open a tad in case anyone else who appreciated air was still inside and scurry to his office like the mere act of doing something normal would make the last two days vanish.

He probably should have been preparing for that week's class, but instead he was gulping down coffee and trying to compose "Sorry I bit you" apology notes to Miss Bennet and Tony, rather desperately hoping they might prove unnecessary. He hadn't exactly looked like himself.

[OOC: Open office!]

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"I like Daisy," Tyler sulked. "Leave her out of this."

"And Friday night?"

"I was out late, you told me to stop in," Tyler pointed out. "Mad I didn't invite you over for a threesome, or just that you didn't get there first?"

Which wasn't quite the entire truth. Tyler was ignoring his little niggling feeling he'd done the whole thing for the wrong reasons.

Daisy had a nice time, anyhow. He should send her flowers.

Tony went still at that, eyes half shut in something like anger. "I did get there first. And I really wouldn't need your help to get anyone into bed."

Instead of, oh say, the other way around.

"You did?" Tyler wouldn't be injured. Wouldn't let himself. He was zen, he was calm, he was fine with Tony sleeping with whoever he wanted to sleep with.

"And I do fine. Thanks. I don't need pity fucks from you or anybody else."

Tony rolled his eyes, turning away toward the door. "Of course I did, Tyler. You were there."

"... I'm pretty sure I would remember that."

Tyler had no idea what they were talking about now, so he mostly just looked confused (and a little panicky -- sex he didn't remember was a very bad sign).

"I was a woman at the time," Tony replied, like Tyler could not be any dumber about this.

Tyler had completely lost track of the conversation. "I didn't think Daisy was even in town then."

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"You're an idiot."

Yes. Somehow Tony was the offended one now.

Tyler had the strangest sense of deja vu.

"Am I an idiot because we had a threesome I don't remember, or because I don't understand you?"

"Why would I be talking about a threesome right now?" Tony snapped. "You! I had sex with you first. There is no way you're this dim."

"I am not this fucking stupid when you take 30 seconds to make sense," Tyler pointed out. "I have no idea why you'd be talking about a threesome. You brought them up to start with."

"I was trying to make things easier!"

"Are you totally stupid?"

It was a relevant question!

"You seemed happy enough with Parker."

"Because I'd wanted to sleep with her since I was 15!" Tyler said. "And she was out of my league by a factor of a couple thousand, and then all of a sudden she wasn't, and it was Narnia, and -"

He ran a hand through his hair. "I'm good with the open relationship thing. But don't worry about asking me along."

"Then are you going to keep up these hissy fits when I do?" Tony asked. But now was thinking about what girl had been out of his league at 15.

"One hissy fit. One." Tyler leaned back against the wall. "Do you want me to say you can't sleep around so you have a reason to dump me?"

That had its appeal right then; part of Tyler wanted to just burn his bridges and get out.

"Are you pushing for that?" Tony snapped.

Tyler's voice held a carefully studied boredom, though his fists were clenched. "No. But if you're going to do it, do it. Don't pick a fight so you have an excuse."

"I pick fights because they're interesting, Tyler." Two could play at the bored game there.

"Glad I could be your entertainment this morning. So you aren't trying to dump me?" Tyler asked skeptically.

Tony remained undisturbed by the doubt, picking some lint off his suit instead. "Was what you said last week true?"

"Which thing?" Tyler asked, stalling. He had a pretty good idea that somewhere, in the middle of a bunch of rambling, he'd told Tony he loved him. "Yes. I think we're emotionally retarded."

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