[Tate gestures, not making a move to get up - he sips his beer and then rests his can between his crossed legs, in the little alcove of space there. He looks back to the water, then lets his gaze drift to Windex. He stretches out his hand toward her, making a soft noise to see if she'll come closer.]
Yeah. I came here pretty often - the beach, the treehouse. Not... here, not more than once or twice. These are my favorite places... of course I came.
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[Tate gestures, not making a move to get up - he sips his beer and then rests his can between his crossed legs, in the little alcove of space there. He looks back to the water, then lets his gaze drift to Windex. He stretches out his hand toward her, making a soft noise to see if she'll come closer.]
Yeah. I came here pretty often - the beach, the treehouse. Not... here, not more than once or twice. These are my favorite places... of course I came.