13 Griffin Way, Thursday Night

[tyler_gone]

After the workout, Tyler came home to putter and argue on the Internet for a couple hours, then curled up on the couch. He kept singing along with the songs used in those illuminating mmontages at the end of episodes.

He didn't know he knew the words to "Hallelujah" that well.

Settling in with a beer, he resigned himself to a musical night.

[OOC: For one, please!]

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[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

"Bed," Tony managed. "Before we sing again."

[tyler_gone]

Tyler didn't trust his voice to answer. His shaky tenor had gotten all the exercise it needed for the rest of the year, possibly for his entire life. (And of course Tony sang absurdly well. That was Tony, there -- good even at things no one would ever expect, things he wouldn't work at. Because he was Tony.)

Nodding, he shoved away from the wall and tried to take Tony's hand. Bed. Things had some chance of making sense for a while, there.