[But no, alright - it's almost like Tate doesn't possess empathy unless it benefits him or something because it's not until Derek shows an interest in the kitten that Tate starts to feel sad about it's death. He likes animals, he really does, but he gets that death happens. He fucking gets that straight up. And sometimes you gotta let things go - but Derek wants this kitten to live, so. Tate looks up when Derek arrives, a little wet slop of black fur in the palm of his hand; he's rubbing her belly and trying to clear out her nose.]
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... is she?
[But no, alright - it's almost like Tate doesn't possess empathy unless it benefits him or something because it's not until Derek shows an interest in the kitten that Tate starts to feel sad about it's death. He likes animals, he really does, but he gets that death happens. He fucking gets that straight up. And sometimes you gotta let things go - but Derek wants this kitten to live, so. Tate looks up when Derek arrives, a little wet slop of black fur in the palm of his hand; he's rubbing her belly and trying to clear out her nose.]
She's... just not right.