They were the only two at the theatre. Strange to see it so quiet, but this was definitely how Sam preferred it. Ty, watching far too closely, was being ignored because there was work that needed to be done. One flinch from Sam, and all work would come to an end. Knowing this, he was keeping every pained inhale to himself.

Ty shifted positions on the floor so that he could lean his back against the wall. In his hands was a new cell that he was busy programming. In a futile attempt, Sam dropped a look Ty’s way. With a smile, Ty was effectively ignoring the silent reprimand. Giving up, Sam moved his attention back to his work. He picked up a can of spray paint. As he lifted it up to shake it, pain was a reminder. The can was set back down softly so as to not alert Ty that he was hurting.

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