It's Complicated (Troyler)

Asylum

*Tyler's POV*

I had a lot of trouble getting back to sleep last night, not that that was very surprising. All I could think about was Troye. He was out there somewhere, waiting for me to save him, while I was just laying here sleeping? It didn't sound right. I wanted to be out there finding him. I couldn't be at peace unless he was. The little amount of sleep I did get was spread out in little amounts, a half an hour or so before I woke up with another nightmare. In total I got about two and a half hours sleep, so you can see why I was grumpy when Joey ran into my room yelling something about eggs at 8am.

"Tyler! Wake up! Do you want an omelette or scrambled? Or maybe we could have pouched!" He shouted, shaking the mattress eagerly. Too eagerly. I let out a loud groan, sounding very similar to a bear that had just woken from hibernating. He still didn't take the hint, rambling on about even more forms of eggs. How did Sawyer put up with this every morning? 

"Tyler? Your phone's ringing." I sat up quickly, answering the call. I must be really good at droning people out to block out the annoying ring on my phone.

"Hey, not to invade or anything but we were just checking to see how you're making out." I couldn't help but smile slightly at how motherly Laurelle was. It was still early in the morning though, so I had to be a little snappy.

"Well, I'm talking to you and not screaming like a banshee so that's a start. Any news?" I asked, my voice overly demanding. She let out a long sigh that answered my question even before she did. If they'd got news, it hadn't been very good.

"They've searched your car, Steele says he can take you to go get it. They didn't find anything much, a couple of hair strands but it'll take them a few days to match them and I have a feeling you want to find him before that."

"Definitely. I want to find him right this second." I said stubbornly, watching as Joey left the room with his head hanging forlornly. I felt a little bad about it, I guess I could have been more tolerant of him. All he was trying to do was make me breakfast, after all.

"They're doing everything they can, Tyler."

"That's not enough." I whined, pulling the blankets back up to my chin. She started going on about how it was all that we could do, but I couldn't listen to her. We had to do something. Eventually I told her where Sawyer's hotel was and she said Steele was on his way to pick me up. I could have walked, but I honestly just didn't feel like it today. I was too drained, both emotionally and physically. 

It felt like no time at all before I was driving down the road with Steele, in one of Joey's shirts. It was a really cute button-down one too, Troye would have loved it. I groaned inwardly, mentally reminding myself to stop thinking about him. I loved thinking about him, of course, but not when it made my heart shrivel up in pain. Steele was silent as always, but whenever I looked over I could see the gears turning in his mind. He was just as anxious to find Troye as I was, I guess that's why we'd bonded so much these last couple of days. 

We arrived at the station shortly after and a female officer greeted us, though she was way too peppy and I just wasn't in the mood for that. I ended up making a bitchy comment, not necessarily rude but just hurtful, to get her to buzz off. She frowned slightly, casting a forlorn glance in Steele's directing. I had a feeling she was interested in him, but he seemed oblivious to it. He was wrapped up in his thoughts, staring up at the sky quizzically instead of paying attention to her. It was probably better that way though, I couldn't stand the thought of having them hit it off and being stuck with her for a sister in-law. She finally left after my comment, grumbling to herself as she headed back into the station. I turned to Steele with a triumphant smile, proud that I'd been the one to drive her off. He was still staring at nothing though, so I jostled his arm slightly. He snapped back quickly, immediately hitting me lightly and telling me to cut it out.