A couple of days after the incident with Juliet had occurred, and the waiting was already killing him. The guilt had taken over him. Normally feeling guilty was nothing new to him, but this time it was a little bit too much to handle. He felt guilty for what had happened to Juliet; the way he tricked her, the kidnap, the fact that he almost handed her over to the man that had been taking advantage of her and ruined her childhood. Indeed he felt guilty for what he had done to Juliet, but he felt even worse for what he had done to Rhiley. Maybe he had not hurt her yet, but as soon as the redhead found out, he knew she wouldn't appreciate his actions and doings. It was her best friend he had kidnapped, and that surely would not be taken lightly by her. Plus, with doing that he had also practically betray her trust again. And Tyson didn't want to hurt her again. Not for the thousandth time. 

He had been avoiding her all these days, mostly because he wouldn't be able to lie to her, and knew that it would be hard for him to act like his usual self around her. Especially when he knew that Rhiley was bound to find out what had happened. Juliet was going to tell her sooner or later. It was not the sooner he feared, it was the later. He was not able to carry on with this guilt he was feeling for much longer. And sure as Hell he couldn't keep avoiding her like the plague.

For that he decided to be the one to tell her. He somehow felt the need to be honest with her, without her having to confront him about this later or basically interrogate him to get the answer that she might want. He knew that this could be the final straw, and it was not like he hadn't put her through enough already, so that wouldn't surprise him. Even though he didn't want to lose her, at least he would know that he had been honest with her. A rare occasion. He had messed up -again- he needed to take the responsibility for his wrong, and stupid if he may add, doings.