[Counselors aren't supposed to look so young, for one. They're supposed to be small and bald and smelly and not so tall and strong and manly. In his head, anyway, but it's nothing he can count on as of late because just what was he thinking? He's still crouching near the door, for hell's sake, and it sinks in the moment Tristan points it out. Right. So he gets up, not without clearing his throat and grabbing aforementioned vicious beast-in-training.] Yeah, uh... Thanks. [For being so welcoming despite the unexpected visit, and he thinks that he may not have been so kind had a stranger knocked at his door, drenched and unannounced. It's a good sign—there's clear acceptance there, however recent their acquaintance—but it still seems odd and Tyler feels the need to apologize. He doesn't want him to think it's the sort of things he does on a daily basis or that he's that much of a loser—friendless and socially inept—and while it's not so far from the truth, he still has enough presence of mind to be aware of how unusual and uncomfortable this might be. So he shrugs, and with Bandit sneaking up to hide his face in his neck, it makes it a little easier to look Tristan in the eye.] It's kinda weird, I guess. But just so y'know, I wouldn't have come if I hadn't met you there on the bridge. [He hasn't been stalking, obsessing or even remotely thinking about him before then, in case it might have looked that way.]