"Patrick Kane? As in the man-whore who was captured by Taylor to lead Jonathan into a trap?" Tyler questions, disgustedly.
Patrick shakes his head and scrambles to his feet. "Not a man-whore...try looking at yourself before you accuse ME of such a term. But I'm sorry, I apologized to Jonathan and everything. But as I seem to recall, you're a total bitch!" He presses against the bars of his cage.
Val groans and sits up, holding his head. "Mean Brad. I hurt."
"Tyler, you're so far away!" Jamie complains. "Where are you baby?"
Patrick whips around to see Jamie, pressed against the bars in the cell two down from him, looking sad. He has gotten the rope off of his wrists and is gripping the bars, his head hung low. He is in his jester costume still and the blond prince is puzzled.
"Jamie, I miss you too!" Tyler shouts. "I need you!"
Patrick turns back to him, seeing the poor brunette struggling with the bondage. He reaches out between the bars and attempts to touch Tyler's arm. Tyler stops and looks at him with worried brown puppy-dog eyes. They seem to plead, "help me, please." Patrick looks at Val, who pushes the pain he feels to the side and crawls over to the other side of his cell. The blond squire pulls the knot to the ropes and frees Tyler's hands.
Tyler gawks at him, unable to do anything. Val crawls back to the corner to hold his head and moan. Patrick blinks as Tyler finally straightens up, fixing his crown in place.
"Are we good?" Patrick asks.
"Thanks. Yeah, we're good, Patrick." Tyler dips his head. "I'm sorry I called you a man-whore. It wasn't your fault. This is ALL mine. Everything is MY fault." The brunette covers his face with his hands and sobs. "I'm such a stuck-up bastard!"
Patrick nods and leans against the bars, trying to rack his brain for words to say.
"Tyler," Jamie calls out. "You're a beautiful man. Don't be so hard on yourself. Everything will be okay."
"No it won't. I've hurt everyone. If it wasn't for me, Jonathan would still be here, you and I could be living together. Everything would be great. I mean, I still care about him...hurting him was never the plan. Yes, I didn't love him 100%, but I never wanted him to die!"
"Tyler Seguin, I forgive you," a weak, monotonic voice sounds from somewhere far away.
Tyler spins to see Jonathan in the chains, weak and defeated. He barely lifts his head up and doesn't make eye contact with him at all. The young man gasps and throws his hands over his mouth. He rushes across his cell to look at his ex-lover. "Jonathan...I..."
Jonathan lifts his head up a little more. He looks into Tyler's soft, teary brown eyes. "It's okay, Tyler. I'll be fine. So, the Jester...you two are in love?"
"Yeah. I'm sorry Jonathan. I really am. I never wanted to hurt you." Tyler looks down at his feet.
"And yet...you did. You hurt me big time Tyler. If you'd just told me, I would have been fine with that. But you strung me along and then you broke my heart in the worst way possible." The Knight jerks at the chains on him once before he heaves a heavy sigh.
"I know. I'm sorry. I was blind. I was so stubborn, wanting wealth and not love. Then I realized Taylor was the same way. She wasn't really in love with me...it was all revenge based. I tried to escape but...she broke me...and then Jamie came." Tyler looks behind him in the direction of where Jamie is. He looks longingly in the direction. "Jamie showed me love and I was given a second chance. When I heard you'd been captured, I really wanted to help you out...but I was pushed to the edge and...oh, I'm so sorry."
