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Although it’s pretty obvious from the show that Tyrell is extremely harsh on himself when he does something wrong or things don’t go his way, I really like the idea that Tyrell’s attitude is a lot different when it comes to coding/programming. 

Programming/coding takes a LOT of patience, more than someone like Tyrell usually has. But I really do believe that ever since he was a kid (around 13 or so) doing basic coding was what helped him ease his mind. It was a good distraction from home/school life, & one of the few things he never saw as competition. The machine he was dealing with was not challenging him in any way. It was in his power to help it perform some function, or he could also do irreparable damage to some other system. So I really think that’s the way he always saw it. It was, mostly, about ‘helping’ the computer & in turn the computer would ‘help’ him. & so he could spend hours looking for a bug or mistakes in his code without batting an eyelash or even glancing at the clock. 

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ONE NAME: Rowan NICKNAME: Some people call me Ro ig ZODIAC SIGN: Cancer ORIENTATION: Bisexual ETHNICITY: Puerto Rican

                        With every word Tyrell spoke he felt his firewall take a blow. He didn’t want to be vulnerable, but he felt like he was talking circles around himself and Tyrell wouldn’t play along. What was he supposed to say? ‘ Hey, I’m actually extremely unstable and I lose bouts of my memory while my dead dad takes over my body and consciousness? ’ or ‘ sorry, my dead dad set all of this up and i have no clue what phase 2 is ’? No, he couldn’t say any of those things. He was scared.                        “ Yeah, I’m a little fucking distracted. ” ( shut up elliot! why am i talking? oh god. ) “ I was up the past few nights worried because I didn’t know if you were safe or not, and your wife was breathing down my neck with a bodyguard threatening to beat the shit out of me if I didn’t find you. ” ( shut up, shut up, shut up! reel it in – i have to real it in ) “ I’m sorry. The thought of my partner in – godhood, as you put it – being missing or dead or something has had me distracted for the past few days. I don’t take my friends’ well being lightly. ”                          That seemed like a decent excuse; he has his fingers crossed that this wouldn’t turn into some heartfelt moment ending in him having to hug this nutjob. ( it’s better than being strangled by him, don’t you think? )  “ I’ve barely had enough time to digest that you’re even here with me. ” His voice is quieter, the riled up edge in his previous rant gone. 

        eyebrows shoot up at the subtle shift in volume in elliot’s tone. if the plan was to distract him: he’s accomplished it, if only for now. he looks away to hide the guilt from his features at the mention of joanna, staring at the lines of text on the monitor.

guilt is a sign of weakness and a waste of my time, he tells himself. he’s only doing what is necessary to secure his place in his family once more, as joanna demanded.

            “ yes, that sounds very much like her. i apologize for that inconvenience.” it’s an off-handed apology. not much he could do about it now, was there? & elliot was well & alive. he’s more struck by elliot’s next words, really. 

            “ so you finally see it the way i do,” tyrell states. he sounds... both grateful & satisfied, as if he were hearing elliot finally begin to come to his senses. in his head, he is. “i’m glad.”

       tyrell pushes the swivel chair away from the desk with his feet, stands. his steps relaxed, confident, as he walks to where elliot sits and crouches down so he can look elliot directly in the eyes. tyrell has always been a little intense. he plants his hands firmly on elliot’s shoulders, then.

                       Right. Tyrell, well unstable, wasn’t stupid. He was far from it. But Elliot had this feigned friendship built by Mr. Robot on his side, didn’t he?                      ‘ don’t you trust me? ’ the words line his lips, but he doesn’t dare speak them. He knows the answer. Nobody trusts him in this state – he looks like a god damn deer in headlights. Dropping his gaze, he shifts his jaw, trying to hold his own aggravation back. There was no need for two ticking time bombs here. As much as it pains him to do so, he offers Tyrell a smile. It’s awkward, lopsided – just as strange as it’s always been.                       ( shit, shit. shit – think. if i had a lick of information about phase 2 i might be able to bring up a reasonable point. you know something i don’t, don’t you? tell me. tell me! ) Despite his mental torment, Elliot doesn’t let his smile waver. He’s panicking and Mr Robot was nowhere to be seen. His imaginary friend was useless. It was just him and Tyrell. ( he’s no less unstable than the night he threatened to strangle me. i have to tread carefully. )                      “ Like I said, it’s only a few days. By then, they’ll feel safe. The FBI has bigger things to track – like the others. Evil Corp isn’t their top priority. Darlene got me up to speed on what I missed out on. ” ( is he buying this? are you buying this? ) “ They only stayed at Evil Corp’s headquarters for a short time, and the security was lax enough that she was able do an FBI data wipe. Wouldn’t it be more satisfying to spit in the FBI’s face? Can you imagine their faces when they realize they were mere steps away from the location of the next FSociety attack and they brushed it aside because they didn’t think protecting Evil Corp was a priority? You were always one for a light show. ”

        tyrell scoffs, blows a light puff of air through his nose. he doesn’t understand. if planned correctly, a few days of wait shouldn’t make a large difference. but why the change of plans?

        he might be one to derive satisfaction from watching a well-orchestrated spectacle play out in all its glory, crack a pleased smile when the ticking bomb goes off, but elliot isn’t. & anyone who’s bothered to look at the man for more than a second, allowed themselves a moment to observe the way he dresses and carries himself, would know that.

                “that wasn’t the plan we discussed with the dark army, elliot. & i think they’d be rather upset to hear we’ve delayed our plan for nothing more than an ego trip.” was elliot trying to play on his pride? the very idea put him on edge. there was no reason for the elliot to be dishonest with him. they were partners, now.

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                         It was still strange to see him – strange to see him alive. Elliot can barely wrap his head around the situation at hand, sitting idly in the corner of the room as Tyrell messed around on the computer. The hacker found himself nearly consumed by his jacket ( comfort blanket my ass – i’m still on the verge of a complete mental breakdown ) in attempts to get a hold on some familiarity. There’s a thousand questions that should be spilling from his lips in this moment, but his mouth was dry and his throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton. Even if he could ask questions, what would ensure that Tyrell didn’t realize how out of his mind he was? The safest bet was to play along.                        ( i have to say something – anything to bide me time to figure out what the fuck is going on. i have to figure out what phase 2 is. ) Clearing his throat, he shifted his tense gaze over to Tyrell. “ It’s not safe to execute today. ” ( execute what? at least he thinks i’m a genius – hopefully he won’t question it ) “ I – heard the FBI say that they were going to make everything extra secure in the next few days. We should wait. Jumping into this may ruin our chance. I’ll stay here – if you will. ”

    nimble fingers cease their motions across the computer keyboard; leave a blinking insertion cursor on the monitor across him. his gaze snaps towards elliot, ever so alert.

    it’s unfortunate, but he doesn’t think elliot is acting very sensibly today. he’s reluctant, suspicious, to abide by anything elliot tells him when he’s like this. he might be a genius, but he’s more than unpredictable on occasion.