Tense

Seeing Victor back off, Con breathes a sigh of relief, while Ty is still livid. The younger man turns around to see Libby, so angry at this whole mess. Going to her, he starts to help her pick up the clothes and put them back in the box. "Don't thank us," he murmurs. "Getting you out of here is thanks enough in itself."

Con waits a moment to gather himself again, then sets about packing once more. Between the three of them, it doesn't take long to have all that Libby wanted into boxes. Nothing was sorted and it was all mixed together and crammed into the boxes, but it was there, and that's what counted. The back of her pickup was loaded up without much trouble between Con and Ty.

Backing out of the driveway, Ty can see Victor staring at them from the window, but he doesn't care. Good riddance.

On the road, Ty leads the way to his and Wyatt's place without incident. Parking and getting out, he goes around to help Libby out as well. Not much had been said on the way here... what could be said?

Putting an arm around her, he leads her slowly to the house. "You're safe now," he assures. "No one's gonna hurt you here."

Con follows behind them just to make sure everything was settled before he left. Wandering inside, he scans the house, knowing that Wyatt wasn't home yet.

Ty takes Libby into the living room and lets her sit on the couch. "I'll be right back.... we can sit a while then I can start bringing some of your stuff in." At least they had marked boxes that were necessary for right now, and others that could wait until she was settled more permanently.

Heading back towards the door to show Con out, he stops to lean back against the wall. Now back here with Libby safe, and without her seeing him, he closes his eyes for a moment, just trying to pull himself back together again.

Con looks at him with just a bit of concern, realizing that Ty was shaking. "You alright?"

"Yeah... yeah, I will be." Ty takes a deep breath. "Guess I just got sorta tense."

"Sorta." Con gives him a wry grin. "You sure you're gonna be alright? You need me to stick around?"

"No... no, we should be fine. I'll put Libby's truck in the garage - Victor shouldn't know this address so we should be alright. And if not, there's a shotgun in the closet."

Con frowns. "Yeah... just don't get trigger happy. You got a phone for a reason."

"I know, I know. Get going. You'll be late for supper." Ty watches Con leave before shutting the door and wandering back into the living room. Sitting down next to Libby, he realizes that his hands are still shaking. "You okay?"