Well he doesn't love this. Tybalt knows for a fact this blond kid, the Qualls kid, died back in the 80s. That's what this whole mess is about. It's not great to be reminded that he, too, was preparing for prom at any point. The flash of heat is scary, too, but as soon as he jumps back, everything freezes. He runs his fingers through his own curls. He knows, vaguely, what they're supposed to do here, now, but he's afraid whatever they do will trigger something dangerous.

Which is maybe why he just gingerly pokes Percy Potkin's hand with the cricket bat he's acquired, hoping the brush he's holding will fall to the floor and reveal itself golden, so they can leave before it gets bad. "You can use this." He tells Imogen, as he feels it's only smart to prepare, and she's professionally better with a bat than he is, "If it gets bad."