The overlapping scars.

Tyson has a scar on his left shoulder where Sebastian cut him, it is overlapped by a scar from Lily biting him.

How to make Tyson agreeable

Get him drunk. When Tyson is drunk he will agree to nearly any request.

At Anon's request: Nice Sebastian.

‘Go on rain, make it a perfect set of disasters’ Tyson mentally threatened the grey clouds. He was already soaked, rain wouldn’t make that much of a difference. His damp hair stuck to his forehead in that irritating I can only see a millimetre of you but it’s enough that I can’t not see it way that damp hair possesses. He was sat with his knees pulled up to his chest, his dog-tags balanced on his left knee.
Sebastian sat down next to Tyson on the stone wall. “Cheer up, would ya?”

Tyson looked away from the older man. “Go away, Sebastian. I’m not in the mood.”

Sebastian gave Tyson a nudge, “I know. I’m not after a lay, just want to see you smile Ty.”
Tyson stood up and made to storm off. Sebastian hooked an arm around his waist and pulled him back down. Tyson let himself be manhandled onto the wall.

“I brought some fish and chips.” Sebastian held up the porsolin box as a peace offering. Tyson frowned in confusion.

“We’re in India and you managed to find fish and chips. You really are a Brit through and through.”

Sebastian shrugged opening the box and handing Tyson a wooden fork. “Apparently this place is popular with British backpackers.” Tyson nodded glumly, nibbling on a piece of batter from what tasted like Cod but could easily be Haddock.

Sebastian sighed, then wrapped an arm around Tyson neck, giving his shoulder a squeeze.
“If you hadn’t taken him out he would have taken me out.” Tyson said nothing.

Sebastian placed the vinegar drowned food down on the wall with a heavy hand making the chips move from being beached on one pile of salt to a slightly smaller one.

“Why does this bother you so much? You’ve killed before.”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

Sebastian could see he wasn’t going to get anything out of Tyson. “Eat.” He handed Tyson the inedible food then got up to walk back into the village.

Tyson gave the food a couple more tries before concluding that Sebastian didn’t understand condiments weren’t too be used like milk.

Sebastian returned during Tyson’s attempts to drink enough water to remove the taste of salt. “Here.” 

Sebastian handed Tyson a well read leather bound book. Tyson read the worn spine, “a course in pure mathematics?”

“I thought it would cheer you up.” Tyson leaned forward and hugged Sebastian.

“Thank you.” 

Sebastian smiled, “Any time.” He, rather unwisely, took a bite from the fish before spitting it out. “Oh God, thats saltier than the bleedin’ red bloody sea.” Tyson smiled fondly and….

Tyson woke up from the dream. He made his way to the bookcase, ignoring Lily barks of welcome, and took down the book. He sat down on the floor with his back to the wall and ran two tentative fingered along the spine. He missed those days, when Sebastian was sober, back when he cared about Tyson.