Early

Pete steps a little farther into the room and leans back against the wall. He tilts his head and grins, shrugging. "Ah well, you know... the boss man gets pretty steamed about a lot of things. Doesn't really bother me."

Pausing, he studies Trey for a moment. "You're the guy who likes trouble and you're asking me why I would want to get into some?" He grins again. "Don't think too much, your brain might implode. Just chock it up to me figuring a guy like you could use the fresh air. I don't like caged animals either." He shrugs once more. "Reese will cool off anyway - he's the kind of guy that gets hot then cools off quick... especially if it's with an agent he likes." Pete winks, indicating that he was one of those agents.

"So is that a yes about tomorrow night?"


Rick paces the large waiting area at the test center, though isn't nervous. He'd been sitting with Libby for quite a while, waiting for Ty who had been with the doctor. Rick's eyes roam the large paintings, studying them for the umpteenth time before wandering over to a display of color charts, pamphlets about Irlen's syndrome and more.

Yawning, he returns to the plush couch next to Libby and he glances over to her. "Exciting day," he teases. In reality, it was a bit boring, no matter how great a reason they had for being there. Not to mention, Rick's mind was still partially back at TJY, wondering about the tests Misty was doing.

Catching movement with the corner of his eye, he looks up to see Ty coming towards them. Smiling, he stands up. "Hey... you're still alive, I see."

Ty grins and nods, hooking his thumbs in his jeans pockets. "Yeah, apparently."

"So..." Rick looks at him with question. "What did the find doctor have to say?"

"I've got Irlen's," Ty confirms. Even though there was hesitance in his eyes when he looked to Libby, there was a new element of relief as well. "Guess I'm a medium case - not the worst, but bad enough it messes with me."

Rick nods, very glad to know that they had finally figured out what was going on, and so glad that it was something like this, rather than a learning disorder which could have no remedy. "What's your color?"

"Kinda a burnt red."

Rick grins. "At least it wasn't pick or purple."

Ty laughs and nods. "Yeah, that was a relief. Wouldn't want to walk around with pink glasses. Might do damage to my reputation."

"So what did they recommend?"

"Um, glasses. They know what I need so... they said with any luck they could have them ready by tomorrow afternoon. Already picked out frames. They'll give me an overlay too for reading stuff or whatever if I don't have my glasses on."

"Well that's fantastic, Ty." Rick pats his shoulder. "Good for you. This is great news."

Ty's cheeks grow a little warm, but he still smiles, his eyes roaming back to Libby. "I guess I've got the two of you to thank for this. I... I wouldn't have come otherwise."


Sparky yawns and trudges down the bunkhouse steps. Even though his body had not wanted to roll out of bed this early, his mind hadn't let him sleep any longer. He had too many thoughts running through his mind to leave him be. Maybe a cup of coffee would do the trick in a while and he could perk up for the day.

Tucking his hands in his denim jacket pockets, he heads towards the barn, yawning again as his boots crunch on the gravel. Reaching the door, he's just ready to open it when he realizes that someone is standing out by one of the pasture fences. He squints out from under his hat, finding it difficult to focus in this gray light right before the sunrise. Realizing who it is, a small smile creases his lips and he leaves the barn be for now. He was early anyway.

Ambling across the driveway then the grass, he approaches Faith slowly, coming up beside her to lean on the fence. "You're up awfully early," he greets quietly. He has no control over his lips as they curl into another smile. "Waiting for someone?"