His hand rubbed where it fell on her back, as if to coax the truth out of Tandy. The touch was also meant to be supportive. "Hey, if it makes you feel any better? I didn't really go to any parties. Why do you think I told you my jacket could stand to use a little more high school experience that time?" It was tempting to remind her that he'd been her mark then but Ty didn't want to chance her taking the reminder the wrong way.

"I like this. Being with you." Ty stopped worrying about the drink in hand and wrapped his arms around her. He looked up through a warm smile briefly before closing his eyes to kiss her. It took reaching a little but his lips managed to connect with hers. It didn't matter who saw (minus the law, of course), he gladly let the world know Tandy Bowen had claimed his heart. "Mmm," he uttered with a shake of his head at the end. "Wherever that might be."

Nothing out of the ordinary, the ball was in her court. He was both fugitive and novice. Tyrone Johnson had very much so met his match.