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When Tyson quit blading, Kai came home.
They all agreed it was his most fucked up stunt ever. Who thought of pulling something like that? Who thought of getting an old rogue team captain to finally visit by threatening his very reason-for-being? Threatening the crap out of it? Who had balls that big? Who was that—impertinent? Honestly.
No one had even for a second believed him.
Especially because when Kai strode into the kitchen, eyes like fire, words like brimstone, Tyson grinned. Ear to ear, he grinned, when for days on his face there'd only been a scowl no matter what anybody said, no matter what anybody did. Even when Max had kissed him full on the mouth and drew back and said, "What the hell, man? We're worried about you—"
Just a swipe at his lips with the back of his hand, just a scowl.
But he grinned now. Even when Kai punched him in the face and knocked him down, and stood over him with his eyes like fire and words like brimstone. Even when Kai clearly didn't find it funny.
Just a swipe at his jaw with the back of his hand, just a grin.