[Reggie Mantle. The words sit - they're heavy, but not insufferable. Tate just shifts, head bowed a little, as he thinks that over. Reggie fucking Mantle. He's going to instinctively start gravitating to the kid now, wanting to know what parts of him appeal to Derek - why he's the pick he wants to make. Jealousy is low in his stomach but only because he fears being replaced. He has nothing against Reggie, the guy has some good drugs. Tate quietly wonders if that means it's cool to get his drugs from Reggie now, considering he might soon be pack.

He tries to be okay with this. He really, really tries. It'll eat away at him later, pushing him likely into some fucked up decisions but he tries to stay neutral and composed. He leans against Derek, then runs his hand back through his barely shortened hair. Reggie Mantle. Hm.]

I... I think it's good you... you've got options.

[Also, he thinks it's good it hasn't happened yet.]

But if you don't want to rush me into the bite, why do you want to rush him? You should... let it happen naturally, right? What's meant to be is meant to be.