Don't let Tyrone's relaxed demeanor fool you; just imagining being alone in front of so many people seems really nerve-wracking to me.
"But you still got hurt." I gently poked his arm, which was still bandaged up.
"If you had seen their faces, you would know that this little injury of mine is nothing." Tyrone thought for a moment and felt a bit guilty, "I really wasn't cautious enough with Lisa; I handled this matter too hastily, which allowed her to come back and kidnap you."
"I'm sorry," Tyrone wrapped his arm around my shoulder, "It's my fault for not handling it well, which caused you to be kidnapped."
I shook my head, not wanting Tyrone to blame himself for this. We nestled together until I started to feel a bit sleepy too.
Suddenly, Tyrone seemed to remember something, and he as
