@soldyoursoul // for sasha.
“IS THAT--...” Sarcastic as ever, Tye hadn’t bothered to hide the affection in his eyes, far more soft than usual and only for a select few. “Is the great Sasha Banks blessing us with her presence?” He was joking... mostly; though he’d be lying if he said he didn’t get a kick out of riling her up. Usually, he wouldn’t tangle himself up with visitors, but she’d left a different mark on him -- one that stopped him from just sitting by and ignoring her. After all, he knew why she was here; with a match as big as hers was on the horizon, he’d be in the exact same position as her. And... was.
“It’s good to see you here. The PC doesn’t really feel right without you girls here.” The recent loss of Bayley seemed to highlight that fact, leaving a question mark hanging over both divisions of how they could step their game up. Hand massaging a shoulder that’d been aching for a day and a bit, Tye smiled. “You missed me that much?”
