11. Galaxy

Sometimes, Jaime would have to leave Earth.

Because of his suit's advanced technology and ability to translate just about any language, he was a welcomed ally on galactic exploits. In the years after the fall of the Reach, he took in the sights and sounds of various alien cultures. He befriended them, ate (and occasionally threw up) with them, and formed treaties to ensure the safety of mankind. It was exciting, fulfilling, and it felt like, after everything that had happened, it was what he was meant to do.

Still, as soon as he landed on Earth at the second Hall of Justice, he would scurry around and ask if Tye was around. And if he was told he was at home with Asami, no matter how tired he was or how much he missed his own wife and kids, Jaime would put his engines on overdrive and shoot over. Soon, the pair would be laughing over a couple of cold ones, sitting on Tye's porch, watching the sun set or the stars glisten.

The galaxy was vast. The galaxy was an adventure. And Tye had every right to hear about it firsthand, mere hours after.

12. Second Time

"Are you sure you're ready to do this?" Impulse asked him, his eyes giving off a wisdom no thirteen year-old should possess, "I know it can be scary, but you have to know - "

"Yeah, yeah," Tye waved him off as he tightened his headband over his forehead, "Look dude, I know what I'm doing. Jaime is going to come back and I'm going to help him. It's that simple."

"Yes, I know, but in the future -"

"I don't care about your future!" Tye exclaimed, shoving past him and opening the Bio-Ship's hatch, "In my future, Jaime is going to come out of this just fine. We both are."

With that, he jumped out of the ship and towards his friend, tearing into and terrorizing his former teammates.

He may not have been there the first time to stop Jaime and save his friend.

But he would be damned if he wasn't there for the second.

13. Cookies

"Hey," Jaime tugged at Tye's sweaters, "Hey. Hey, Tye."

Tye groaned, turning over. Didn't Jaime understand the concept of nap time? "Jaime, I was sleeping. What'ya want?"

"Mama left cookies on the counter," he whispered, "Let's go get some."

"Won't she be angry?" he asked, wiping away the sleep from his eyes as he sat up, "Your mama ain't like my mama."

"I just want one," Jaime whined at his friend, "And I'm hungry. Please, Tye?"

And then he had the audacity to pout, complete with wide brown eyes and puffy lips. Tye sighed and rolled his eyes, begrudgingly standing up, "Fine, Jaime. You can stand up on my shoulders."

The squeal and hug that came after just might have been worth the broken cookie jar and Mrs. Reyes' scolding afterward.

14. Snacks

When it came to snacks, Jaime was a fickle soul.

There was just so many options! Like chips and salsas or celery and peanut butter, chocolate chip cookies and lemonade or crackers with wheat thins...Each choice had their pros and he was never really sure if he was craving something salty or sweet or spicy...

"God, Jaime, we are not standing here another minute!" Tye scoffed, garbbing a bag of trail mix from the shelf, "You like this - there's chocolate and nuts and everything. Let's get out of here now! Paco and Brenda are probably already there!"

In the end, Tye's impatience always chose for him. And he was strangely okay with that.

15. Literature

If they within the pages of a classic piece of literature, characters written by the great Edgar Allan Poe or Mark Twain or Mary Shelly, their genre (if there were only to be one) would be sci fi.

Two normal boys finding themselves pulled into unspeakable evils, developing powers they had only dreamed about; one finding himself falling down, down, down, and the other doing everything in his power to hold out his hand and bring him back.

They were the classic tragedy, but the happiest ending would befall upon them.