The Island
Two Months Later
Kellie came out of the water to find she wasn't alone on the beach.
Tyler was there.
"Hi," Kellie said, unsure of what approach to take with him.
"I know you weren't expecting me," Tyler said, "Your dad insisted we not tell you I was coming. He was afraid you'd run."
"I might have," Kellie said, "No offense, but I haven't exactly been looking forward to this. If you want we can go up to my room and I'll have dinner brought up. Then we can talk.
"Sure, whatever you want," Tyler said. He followed Kellie to the casino.
When they got to Kellie's room, Kellie took a shower after she ordered dinner. By the time she was done, the food had arrived and in an unspoken agreement, neither one didn't mention the circumstances surrounding Tyler's presence on the island.
Kellie wandered out to the balcony.
"Alright," Kellie said, "Let me have it."
"Have what?" Tyler asked.
"The screaming and yelling fiesta where you tell me what I should have done," Kellie said, "That we could have worked things out if I hadn't shut you out, that I'm horrible person for faking my death."
"There was a time when that would have been the case," Tyler said, "I've had a lot of time to think in the last couple months and even though I feel like I should be angry with you. I can't. I have some blame in this too."
"Tyler, you got caught up in something that was bigger than either of us," Kellie said, "That wasn't your fault."
"No, it wasn't yours either," Tyler said, "I just wasn't equipped to handle what Ethan did to you and you knew that. I understand why you didn't tell me about the baby."
"And what about everything else?" Kellie asked.
"I don't hate you for it," Tyler said, "But I'm not okay with it either. Until I can come to terms with what you did, breaking up with me, playing dead, and your resurrection, I'm kind of stuck."
"I never intended for our lives to intersect again," Kellie said, "I never wanted to do what I did to you."
"I know," Tyler said, "But like you said, it was out of our control. I'm just glad you told me and I didn't hear it from someone else."
"At least you'd have felt entitled to be screaming and yelling at me right now," Kellie said, jokingly.
Tyler put his hand over Kellie's mouth before she could say anymore.
"No verbal bullets as your father calls them," Tyler said, "He told me not to let you start in on that or we'd never finish this conversation. Can we continue this conversation, seriously?"
Kellie nodded, "You've changed a lot since you came to Port Charles."
"I had to, Kellie," Tyler said, "Same as you."
"I just wish…" Kellie started to say.
"Maybe eventually, we'll be better off this way," Tyler said, "Even I can admit your 'death' never resolved things."
"I know," Kellie said, "It was always easier for me to run."
"I guess it's kind of hard for you to run and hide now when your father is Sonny Corinthos and your uncle is Lorenzo Alcazar," Tyler said.
"Who's avoiding a serious discussion now?" Kellie asked.
"The island looks good on you," Tyler said, "I was watching you swimming in the ocean. You looked really happy, unburdened. I don't think I've ever seen you like that."
"I like it here," Kellie said, "I wish I could stay forever."
"Why don't you?" Tyler asked.
