Beyond his own thoughts on children in general or his own, Tyson stands with the side that it takes a village to raise a child and it’s nurture over nature.
He agrees that parents matter, but he doesn’t think that they’re the be all and end all. In the grand scheme of things, a teacher can end up having a bigger impact on what a child is like than their parents and vice versa. In his mind, a parental figure is more important than a parent.
After all, Jasmine is more of a maternal figure in his life than his mother was. He knows there are plenty of people in a nuclear family who would swear up and down that they were raised by their grandparents, an uncle, or family friend rather than their parents; even if they were present in their lives.
When Tyson thinks parenthood, he thinks of safe warm arms cradling; completely enveloping without fear of harm. He thinks gentle, calm voices - soothing no matter how afraid. Tyson thinks of thinks of the things he found with his brother Jethro, and later with Jasmine, rather than anything his father gave to him.
Tyson goes out of his way to make sure people underestimate him, to seem weaker and less intelligent than he actually is, to gain the upper hand before the battle even begins.
He is the friendly face of the web, someone kind and gentle to coax people unwittingly into the Moriarty Mirrors’ trap. That Tyson genuinely is a kind caring person helps the authenticity, but it doesn’t change the fact that he is bait. He needs to appear harmless, approachable. He’s safe.
Don’t worry about him. Turn your back. Go on.
He is an excellent fighter and he knows how to survive better than almost anyone. However, when presented with a threat or someone he knows intends to posture about being a credible threat, Tyson’s first move will often be to curl in on himself, make himself smaller and back away.
Subconsciously people then think he’s not that bright and not a threat, especially when they know a thing or two about fighting, the most basic survival tactic people are taught is to make yourself seem bigger: to puff up your chest and stand your group.
It’s a simple trick, but it’s enough for people to dismiss him for a more obvious threat in other members of the web. Why worry about the cowering fool, when there is someone with the eyes of a killer who doesn’t flinch in the room? They call him Pup, he’s obviously not dangerous. Just a whelp.
Tyson also makes himself seem less eloquent, often avoiding the works he wants to use and ending up with short clunky sentences instead, but that’s about working around his stutter rather than a deception.
At best, Tyson is - usually - content with his place in the world.
He hates himself, he hates the work that he does and knows that he isn’t getting a happy ending in this lifetime, but he is content to shoulder that burden, because Tyson loves the Moriarty Mirrors and he will sacrifice everything for those he loves. Especially himself.
Tyson doesn’t know what to do with happiness. Not truly. There are times when he is happy, naturally, but once he realises that he’s happy, Tyson will go out of his way to distance himself from it. To run away from it. Unless he’s already in too deep to avoid further damage. He has to be eased into happiness, like a turtle in a cooking pot.
A stupid, stupid turtle in a pot that could never hurt him. The idiot.
He thinks that he doesn’t deserve happiness. Afraid that he’ll break it, that it will shatter under his fingertips and hurt those he cares about. Tyson simply does not get nice things; not unless they were going to be ripped away from him. He would rather hurt himself now, to avoid later pain.
Tyson would rather distance himself - shove people away, snarl words that he doesn’t mean with a vitriol only ever meant for himself - than risk hurting someone else by being their bad luck charm. Happiness is overwhelming for Tyson and he doesn’t know to how to accept it without fear, without guilt.
This is most commonly overruled by Tyson’s loyalty. He is loyal to a fault. No matter how much it hurts him, he won’t abandon those he cares about. Once Tyson cares, no matter how afraid he is, he can’t abandon someone; even if he tries to distance himself, Tyson can’t stay away completely.
To Tyson, that is a sign of weakness. That he is being selfish and even more ‘proof’ that he doesn’t deserve that happiness in the first place, because Tyson isn’t a good person, he’s dangerous and being around people puts them at risk. He doesn’t want to put innocent people in the crosshairs.
Staying is a sign of weakness and proves he doesn’t deserve that happiness, whereas running shows that he’s too weak to have earnt that happiness; too weak to deserve it. It’s a no-win scenario. Whatever action Tyson takes, he will convince himself that he’s being a coward.
Given how uncomfortable Tyson is in vehicles of any kind and how unsafe he feels, it’s odd that he feels more comfortable on his motorbike than in a car.
As with most things in Tyson’s life, it’s about having control. He doesn’t like having the control over his movement taken away from him any more than necessary.
He feels more fragile like that, very squishy on the road compared to the tin can death traps he hates so much, but Tyson has more direct control when riding his motorbike than he does when driving a car. His movements and the way he leans affects what is happening, rather than standing in the exact same position in the car.
Another factor is that Tyson doesn’t have as many bad memories related to motorbikes as he does with cars. He wasn’t stacked like sardines with other soldiers in the back of motorbikes, but in jeeps. He wasn’t having to navigate a landmine covered road whilst on a motorbike. He wasn’t watching another motorbike explode further down the road.
Tyson has two impulses related to his OCD around vehicles, only the first one applies to his motorbike as well. When stepping off or out of a vehicle Tyson will always put his left leg out first, despite being right dominant for both hands and feet.
When getting into a car he’ll buckle his seatbelt, unbuckle it, then buckle it again. When very nervous, he’ll continue that cycle several times over. Tyson isn’t aware of that tick’s origin point, only that he feels safer knowing the belt wouldn’t stick. His memories of a jammed harness locking him in place whilst under fire in the army are too hazy for him to remember now.
Though he has largely quit to keep as much control over his own life as he can, Tyson allows the occasional indulgence towards smoking: for several reasons.
Sometimes, when his workload within the web is particularly taxing or after a month of very close encounters with The Colonel, Tyson will smoke to soothe his nerves. A quick fix to focus himself enough to stop his hands from shaking, to finish his task and get back home without having a panic attack.
At times, he can choose to smoke because he’s sharing a cigarette with another pet or employee of the web, or someone he’s undercover around. It’s can be a good way to bond with people quickly and definitely a good way to deflect suspicion away from him, by offering to share. And good cover to loiter without attracting attention.
Whenever he’s on a job with Lex, Tyson has two options: let Lex go smoke on his own and get into trouble or to keep an eye on him. Needing his wildcard in hand to be useful, Tyson nearly always chooses to accompany him. Then one of two things happen, he’ll accept his offer to share a cigarette or he’ll decline and end up shotgunning the smoke from Lex anyway.
Tyson knows how to make smoke rings, though he rarely choices to. There are too many bittersweet memories of the army associated with that for him these days. However, he does do the smoke in a bubble trick to entertain his nephew (James) every now and again.
Occasionally, Tyson will smoke others things than tobacco. That’s not the typical route Tyson takes for recreational pain relief or to escape his own mind, but when it’s available - usually when Tyson is visiting Dick in New York - Tyson is amenable to smoking marijuana.
He tends to eat the same food over and over again. Even when he prefers the taste of something else, Tyson will typically keep to that habit, as a way of keeping some control - however small - over his life. He needs that routine and structure.
When Tyson doesn’t like the taste of something, he will still eat it. He has such apathy towards eating things he likes that disliking it really doesn’t change much. It’s a chore, nothing more, to Tyson.
That said, raspberries are a sure fire way to get him to eat something, and Jasmine takes advantages of that whenever she can. He may not eat anything else that goes into his care package, but she can be certain that he’ll eat the raspberry and white chocolate cookies she makes.
Sandwiches are also a good way to distract Tyson into eating, something he can hold in one hand and continue working with the other, passively eating without realising he’s doing so. Once the timing is figured out, one almost finished sub sandwich can easily be swapped out for a fresh one without Tyson registering the change.
His favourite food overall is rice. Plain rice, pilau rice, brown rice, rice pudding. Doesn’t matter, just rice.
His apathy towards food and the Moriarty Mirrors lack of care for their own health has created an odd balance. Tyson has to pull himself out of long work sessions and order food to make sure that the Moriarty Mirrors eat. He makes sure to gets food that’s healthy and tastes good, because it’s not only him eating.
In turn, the Moriarty Mirrors give Tyson plates of apple slices to keep his blood sugars going during long jobs - to keep him focused and working properly, to keep him entertain and providing the ideas they want from him - which means they’ll end up getting food for themselves in the process.
When Tyson fights, he favours using his arms to attack, but he’s more willing to risk his legs getting hurt in defence. Tyson can pull off a roundhouse if he needs to, but he is much more of a puncher than he is a kicker.
When investigating a potentially conscious fallen enemy or anything of similar risk, Tyson is more willing to risk his legs - prodding or kicking at the object - rather than reaching out with his hands, as that allows him to remain standing in a less vulnerable position.
Tyson is a damn good runner, but when searching for that urban escape, it’s more important for Tyson to have his arms in good condition to parkour up onto the fire escapes and away over the rooftops to safety. Even if his legs can’t propel him as high, Tyson can heave himself up with his arms whereas an injured arm usually forces Tyson to make a ground escape.
Given his army training and his pressure point focused fighting style, it’s unsurprising that Tyson is very conscious of how delicate his wrists and ankles can be. Growing up a calcium deficiency led to him having weak ankles, with his right ankle being Tyson’s first broken bone, and the bite scar on his right wrist from Razor will always be a sign of failure to Tyson.
Given enough time a room full of monkeys with typewriters will make the complete works of Shakespeare
Tyson has never felt alone because of mathematics. He knows the laws of probability and that there are a finite combination of letters in the English language that make words.
Tyson knows that statistically there are going to be other people who have had the exact same thoughts as him, who likes the same things, who wants the same things. He’d always known this because of mathematics.
Tyson has felt lonely and craved the company of other people but he had never felt alone, because he has never been alone, he isn’t alone, and he will never be alone.
The reassurance that Tyson will never be alone doesn’t stop him from feeling lonely at times. The usual cause for Tyson feeling lonely is seeing friends from afar, rather than a complete absence of them.
When Tyson is on his own or with his dogs, his thoughts rarely stray over to anything that makes him feel lonely. The closest are moments when he’s missing The Colonel, but that’s a pang of loss rather than feeling alone because of Moran’s absence in his life.
Tyson feels the most lonely when he’s walking away from Captain John Watson, knowing that he’s on the other side of the street, but that they have to keep their distance from one another to keep each other safe. Knowing that he may never walk the same path as his former brother in arms ever again.
It’s those moments when he wants to talk to Lestrade, someone who understands the weight of the web from inside whilst also openly disliking the web’s activities, but Tyson knows that he can’t risk blowing the other man’s cover by seeking companionship with him.
Those moments when he’s people watching in the park or at a café and the reality of it hits him.
Usually, those are nice moments for Tyson. Content by seeing others contentment and happiness. Sometimes, however, it hits him that he is entirely outside of that. That Tyson could never simply strike up conversation without putting innocent people at risk: from The Colonel, enemies of the web, and even from within the web itself.
Given how many layers of clothing Tyson tends to wear - to provide a layer of protection, for himself mentally and for the dent in his torso - it’s not all that surprising that he tends to overheat in the summer.
Not that this fact actually encourages Tyson to remove layers. All this actually achieves is Tyson berating himself harder when a panic attack hits as he begins to hyperventilate. He knows its stupid, but when his mental state is so much worse in high temperatures, Tyson has to take the risk of having those extra layers.
His anxiety and OCD are relatively consistent the whole year around, but Tyson’s PTSD is always worst in hot weather. The most traumatic years of his life were spent running for his life across Afghanistan, Pakistan, & India. When he thinks of hot, he thinks of being afraid and helpless.
The heat brings those memories to the front of his mind much easier. Especially when it’s too hot to sleep, his restless mind thrashing for anything to hold onto. When a heat wave hits London, Tyson will go days without sleeping to avoid nightmares.
Though he isn’t trigger happy with his anger, Tyson tends to lash out in fear. Like a cornered animal, he snaps and growls, and fights for every inch of space even to his own detriment.
Even in the moment, Tyson knows its a bad idea, that he shouldn’t spurn kindness freely given, but he can’t help it. He didn’t survive Moran by being naive, by accepting things at face value. He survived by refusing to fall, always pushing to live no matter what; even, or perhaps especially, when he believed that he wouldn’t.
Once Tyson is given a reason to be wary around someone, he will turn tail; notable exceptions, as always, being the Moriarty Mirrors and The Colonel. He can’t afford to give second-chances, to wait and see if someone is truly dangerous before leaving. Not with his life experiences and not in his line of work.
His words cut with a vitriol that Tyson could never achieve if he was trying to hurt someone. Tyson often censors himself and forces himself into clunky sentences to work around his stutter, but he can be shockingly eloquence when the situation calls for it. Hurting someone else enough to leave him alone apparently calls for it in Tyson’s panicking mind.
He doesn’t resort to violence unless he absolutely has to. That isn’t about being merciful. Tyson knows that hitting hard enough to leave a mark is enough to draw more attention onto him, the person wanting payback or the police getting involved, and when he’s scared and running, Tyson doesn’t want more attention.
Though still not great at cooking food when heat is required, Tyson is best at cooking fish. He can usually guess how long they need on the spit before burning, but that’s simply having cooked them more when surviving on his own. A combination of ‘I need to eat this and live’ & ‘I need to eat this, not immediately throw it up again’ were strong teachers.
When it doesn’t require heat, Tyson can actually make rather delicious food. This includes being able to make different types of sushi. However, he usually prefers to simply order sushi and prepare fish for his dogs instead. He gives his dogs a lot of fish to keep their coats glossy, and simply because they like it.
When it comes to most meats, Tyson dislikes smoked meat, but fish is the one exception. Whilst he generally likes most types of jerky, Tyson honestly hates fish jerky and wrinkles his nose at it when he gives some to his dogs. It feels like they are betraying him honestly.
When it comes to seafood, Tyson’s opinion varies a lot depending on the type, but he’s generally content to eat it and he certainly doesn’t have any allergies. He dislikes the texture of squid and octopus, but Tyson doesn’t mind the taste when they’re in something.
On their own, Tyson doesn’t like prawns, but he loves prawn flavour. Prawn toast is one of the few things that Tyson will eat without complaining about not being hungry or eating being a chore. He likes prawn cocktail crisps and he can be kept quiet for a while with an actual prawn cocktail.
He is largely impartial about crab and lobster. He thinks that they’re fine, but if those same flavourings and sauces were on chicken, he would like it even more. Though that may simply be a lingering rebellious streak from his father’s favourite food being crab rangoon.
Similarly Tyson’s mental association to awful family dinners - paraded out as one of the Delaney heirs and being forced to schmooze to gain additional funding for the university - has completely ruined oysters and clams for Tyson. He’ll usually eat anything, no matter of his opinions on it, but Tyson will refuse to eat either.
He likes being asleep too and is a very reluctant waker, but falling asleep is the best part for him. Especially when he’s tired.
Those moments when he’s sat on the settee and can feel sleep tugging him, but doesn’t go to sleep yet and instead sits there to finish whatever he was doing with his limited free time - reading, watching TV, playing a game, fussing over one of the dogs - before finally crawling into bed and letting sleep wash over him. Those are his favourite moments. Those are the moments he feels most at peace. No amount of meditation can feel as good as the moments when he surrenders to sleep and forgets the world completely.
Typically Tyson curls up as small as possible on his settee, to avoid pushing either his laptop or his dogs off of the other end. When he actually makes it to a bed, Tyson curls up and hugs his duvet; almost hiding underneath it. It’s a case of vulnerability. When he shares a bed with someone else, Tyson is very cuddly.
He knows how vulnerable he is when asleep, which is why he makes himself small (less of a target) and allows his dogs to sleep near him; added protection despite having their fur shed on the bed driving him up the wall. He has learnt that silk sheet will keep Bobby off the bed though, as he slides around too much and goes off to his own bed instead.
Taken at face value many would call Tyson lazy for usually sleeping nine hours a day. Those hours weren’t consecutive, however. To accommodate working for the web during the day and night - whilst still finding time for his maps and store, to look after his dogs, and exercise enough to keep himself to the standard he’d been in the army - Tyson tended to sleep in shifts of two to four hours between jobs.
Those shifts tends to run 03:00 - 07:00, 13:00 - 15:00, & 20:30 -23:30. However, that can change around a lot to accommodate the times that the Moriarty Mirrors need him up and about to complete jobs.
He wasn’t a heavy or light sleeper and, whilst often slow to wake, years in the army and web made his survival instincts razor sharp; especially when injured and on edge. The second boots hit the ground, Tyson is wide away. Until that moment, Tyson will stay cuddled up and comfy.
Though Tyson is generally uncomfortable in vehicles, he is the most comfortable when travelling by train. Whilst the train remains in that station, Tyson gets anxious about being around so many people, but the moment the train begins to move, he relaxes.
Tyson is more comfortable in a cramped, crowded underground train carriage than out on the open London streets with a small crowd on the pavement with him. For him, the London underground exists in another world that takes him where he needs to be and the people around him don’t matter anymore.
The London Underground is a safe place for Tyson. It’s home. Seasonally colder or warmer than the ground above, a safe cradle to retreat into and escape everything above. The lifeblood of the city he loves so much. The underground tunnels his Synesthesia allows him to follow around London from above.
Tyson could easily fall asleep on the London Underground and feel safe, not waking up in a panic or tensed for a crash at any moment. He doesn’t just lower his guard on the underground, Tyson’s armour dropped entirely. The weight stripped and lifted from his shoulders.
Within the London Underground, on the train or the tunnels leading to the stations, Tyson is weightless. Invulnerable. Without consequence. He’s not afraid of being attacked there, but he’s also more confident when enemies of the web are foolish enough to attack there. He is in his element.
The London Overground, the various train lines all over the United Kingdom, and the New York Subway are also comforting to Tyson, but not to the same extent. Waterloo, Victoria, & King’s Cross Station are all comforting signs that he’s back home; Lovely Lady London welcoming him home. More so than Heathrow or Gatwick airport.
Tyson’s nephew, James, used to love Scooby-Doo and all the mysteries. When Tyson would babysit him, there would be a dozen Scooby-Doo DVDs tucked in his rucksack to watch on the journey down and whilst cuddled up, barely awake in his uncle’s arms on an evening.
Though those DVDs were steadily rotated through, there were three that showed up far more than the others: The 13 Ghosts of Scooby-Doo!, Scooby-Doo and the Ghoul School, & Scooby-Doo! and the Witch’s Ghost.
As mentioned here, Tyson doesn’t believe that ghosts exist, but he believes that they could exist and doesn’t discredit the idea. Sometimes fortunately and sometimes very unfortunately for him, his main!universe isn’t quite the real world: with the Moriarty Mirrors, Draco, advanced nanobots, and more existing.
Bobby can see ghosts and is able to seek them out. He will go out of his way to find ghosts, even taking Tyson miles off course. Though Tyson has his dogs trained to an incredible level, the former Lieutenant largely allows his dogs to do as they wish unless given a direct instruction. That training means he can trust them enough to allow such a loose metaphorical leash.
Unless Tyson is trying to get somewhere specific, when Bobby starts leading him and Lily off to the left on their morning walk, Tyson shrugs and follows the course Bobby would like the walk. He doesn’t understand what exactly is catching his Dalmatian’s interest, but he enjoys the opportunity to take a new route and see different areas of London when it happens.
Tyson has a soft spot for horror films, and especially the old classic horror films.
Generally Tyson avoids negative films, as the mood rarely takes him to watch something and when it does, Tyson is usually looking to cheer himself up after a bad day. Trying to escape watching a tortured employee by watching Jigsaw make people torture themselves isn’t going to work.
However, the old Hammer Horror films never fail to cheer Tyson up as he watched so many of them with Jethro; copies that his older brother had smuggled into the manor without their father finding out. He doesn’t enjoy the films, so much as the familiarity of the style.
He’s in a similar place with the Steven King films. He doesn’t think that they’re good and honestly, Tyson isn’t a big fan of King’s writing anyway, but he finds them enjoyable for how frequently they repeat tropes whilst remained unique enough for each to be worth watching.
Those films touch close enough to those bad feelings for Tyson to get his catharsis, without dragging up the memories he’s trying to avoid. There is a pattern to how they work and they feel familiar, safe. Within his control for how far it goes. He can press pause at any time.
For Tyson, or more specifically for his OCD, there is good dirt and there is bad dirt. Times when it’s allowed and when it’s intolerable. His OCD is more based on conforming to a structure than cleanness, but that doesn’t mean it won’t affect him.
Mud on the ground is fine. He can touch it without a worry. Mud on his boots is fine. His boots are there to walk in the mud so he doesn’t. That mud getting onto the carpet is not fine. It’s the exact opposite and something he must fix that immediately.
If Tyson is wearing his everyday clothes and gets coated in mud, Tyson has to go shower. Those clothes have to be washed. As soon as possible. Sooner. Now. It would become an incessant buzzing in the back of his head. He could delay caving to that need to finish whatever he was doing, but he would have to do it and Tyson would be left feeling rattled afterwards.
If Tyson was wearing the clothes he saves for taking his dogs on hikes and got completely covered in mud, not just over his clothes but also on his face and in his hair, Tyson would sigh, scrub off whatever he could feel on his face, then carry on with his day. No problems.
When wearing those clothes, he is supposed to get messy. It’s fine. The bit in his hair would irk once he realised, but it wouldn’t agitate his OCD in the same way. That was how Tyson got through P.E. at school, his P.E. kit was supposed to get muddy. It was okay. It would be okay. There was nothing to panic about. Nothing had gone wrong.
In this same vein, Tyson has specific clothes to wear when tinkering on his motorbike or other machines. He can get covered in grease and oil, even wiping it off his hands onto his shirt like a regular grease monkey without batting an eye. He’ll want a wash once he’s out of those clothes, but for the duration that Tyson is wearing them, he may as well be wearing armour.
Though he’s whine about feeling cold until all city boys are safely tucked away inside where they belong, Tyson actually prefers winter over summer. He finds it much easier to warm up than cool down, though the hypersensitive dent in his torso and dog bite scar on his left shoulder tend to ache when the weather turns.
He likes the way London looks when its covered in snow, the way the number of hot drinks vendors seem to double, and he especially likes the excuse to stay in his jacket all day; using it for warmth as much as a layer of protection for the dent in his torso as much as a pressure stim that soothes his anxiety.
He loves getting to throw snowballs around for his dogs to catch, especially Jack, and the feeling of brushing snowflakes out of their coats with his finger frozen tips. Tyson always uses winter as an excuse to have handmade hot chocolate and warm soup with fresh bread.
All in all, winter suits Tyson better than he thinks it does.
Tyson keeps all of the letters he gets, other than bills and junk/advertising mail. Tyson has mail from him army days, from his owners, from his brother, and from his friends.
Tyson thinks that letters are special, that it matters that someone took the time to write or type it out. He keeps the letters in a box under his bed, where he keeps most of the things in his apartment.
Tyson takes his time writing letters, making sure that it is neater than his usual slanted, scruffy writing and often using specific stationary for specific people. He takes his time with letters.
There are dozens of letters kept in that shoe box, but to cherry-pick some notable ones:
Tyson has dozens of letters from his brother Jethro that were sent during his army days, but another notable one is the copy of a doctors letter that Jethro forwarded to him in his monthly care packages that confirmed Jethro had been completely cleared of cancer.
From those care packages, Tyson also has a few letters that his nephew slipped inside before it was sealed up. Some of those were pictures he wanted his uncle to see and others were copies of book reports that he was proud of.
He has a well-thumbed letter penned by a blindingly drunk Sebastian, and presumably posted in the same state else it would never have reached him, begging Tyson to come back. Tyson knows that every promise he makes on that page it empty, that Sebastian will never change, but equally Tyson can never stop loving him regardless.
He has a letter from General Clarkson that came with a Glock 17 9mm pistol to offer Tyson protection from Sebastian, as a form of apology from General Clarkson for the years Tyson was presumed guilty. That apology did nothing to improve Tyson’s own guilt about what happened.
Tyson has a copy of the letter his father wrote in Tyson’s defence when he was presumed guilty for the shooting of General Clarkson, during the period of time when General Clarkson was in a coma and unable to disprove this. Tyson’s copy remains completely sealed. He kept the letter, but he has never felt brave enough to read it.
There are many letters that his father wrote to him but never sent in his office in the family manor, but Tyson can’t bring himself to enter that office now that his father passed away. Jasmine - with Tyson’s permission - has read through most of them. She thinks it would help him to read what his father though but never said, but understands that he needs to be ready first.
Tyson has a handful of letters from the Moriarty Mirrors, usually containing challenges for him to complete and sealed with wax. Other letters contain contingency plans, what to do if they have to disappear suddenly and stay off the radar for a while, and ways to keep the web running until they can return.
He has various recommendation letters from various professors at Cambridge and from his commanding officers in the army. Tyson hardly needs those and he’s reluctant to use them for web purposes, but he likes to keep them around in case of an emergency. If he never has to uproot and start from near scratch.
And here are two letters that people wanted to send to him, but that Tyson will never ever receive, because they were destroyed after being written. *
* Mildly incorrect sentences/grammar are on purpose for Kim’s letter, she could speak English fluently, but would occasional use both options were only one need apply (how to get / find you) and at the time when she would have been writing this letter as a way to vent what she couldn’t say to Tyson, it would have been years since she was using English even semi-regularly.
To no one’s great surprise when The Colonel gets sick, he’s an awful patient to deal with and to even less surprise, Tyson will always sit by his side regardless with the patience of a saint; a stupid, stupid saint who never learns his lesson.
During one of the times that Tyson came across a sick Sebastian trying to attack him and, rather than doing the sensible thing and simply running for the hills, decided to stay and nurse him back to health, Tyson ended up making his brother’s chicken soup for him.
Chicken noodle soup with matzo balls, a staple of any Jewish families recipe book. Jethro’s version isn’t anything especially unique, but it’s the only version Tyson would ever make. With ginger, chives, celery, and honey; and more red onion and leek than strictly necessary.
Tyson was honestly expecting Sebastian to throw the soup at him or immediately attack him after he was finished with it, but instead, Sebastian took the soup, sighed, and told Tyson to go. Naturally, he couldn’t resist making a threat about reclaiming him later, but he let Tyson go regardless.
