"it's what friends are for" she said pulling back, she didn't want to put him through to much discomfort

Tyler nodded, looking very slightly embarrassed. Believe it or not... he had never had someone feel bad for him.. or hug him.. or anything else like that. He shifted backward slightly, looking down at the ground.

Alexa smiled and walked back over to the fire, sensing his discomfort. Alexa sat down and wrapped her arms around herself

Tyler took a breath, walking over to the door and peeking out. It was almost nighttime... and he should go get some sleep. He walked out the door and closed it gently, disappearing into his room to get a cowboy hat, putting it low on his head so it kind of covered his face... then sank against the wall and waited

Alexa stood up and walked over to her bed, "good night" she whispered to Tyler, she moved into bed

Tyler, being the person he was, didn't fall asleep until he was almost .. passed out. At that moment he sank down on the wall, falling asleep a minute later. It was hard being a bodyguard... especially when you aren't used to staying awake 24/7. He slept soundly... not even waking up when the window blew past the windows.

Alexa slept peacefully until the light of dawn peaked through the windows, Alexa stood up and stretched

Tyler heard a very, very soft thud as Alexa stood up. He woke slowly, blinking his eyes to clear them of sleep. He stood back up slowly, grimacing at the small pain in his ribs, and stretched his arms way above his head. Tyler ran a hand through his hair and shook his head. He was... mostly awake.

Alexa walked over to her shower, she shut the door, and started to shower. Clothes had been awaiting her, so no need to get them herself. Alexa finished and got into the spring yellow dress, she walked out of the shower looking at her dress, "yea..I don't think this is my colour, but it will do"

Tyler heard a door open, and a door close, and the shower water turn on. He then walked into his room and yawned, looking at his clothing choices. "Black shirt, or black shirt. Black pants, or black pants. The choices are so difficult..." he murmured, scrunching up his nose slightly. His eyebrows drew together as he snorted, grabbing, what else, a black shirt and some black pants.