[Tate turns, looking to the trees and the woods - and it's like he's seeing them again with a film taken off his eyes. Crisper, greener, easier to enjoy now that he's not simmering with this rage that usually boils over. Derek turned down the heat, and Tate's just adjusting to that. He leans to pick up another bottle, holding it by the neck and just simply throwing it overhand out into the woods. It cracks on landing, a muted noise he listens for. He doesn't feel like swinging anymore, but he instead gives a shrug to Derek.]
This is fine. Do you... have any bottles that still have beer in them? I see you got the power running.
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[Tate turns, looking to the trees and the woods - and it's like he's seeing them again with a film taken off his eyes. Crisper, greener, easier to enjoy now that he's not simmering with this rage that usually boils over. Derek turned down the heat, and Tate's just adjusting to that. He leans to pick up another bottle, holding it by the neck and just simply throwing it overhand out into the woods. It cracks on landing, a muted noise he listens for. He doesn't feel like swinging anymore, but he instead gives a shrug to Derek.]
This is fine. Do you... have any bottles that still have beer in them? I see you got the power running.