confiscated: (⇀ lost dreams)
Brooks Myers ([personal profile] confiscated) wrote in [personal profile] calloused 2020-09-15 02:24 am (UTC)

I don't know if there was anything you could've done. I didn't even know you were there.

[Until after, at least. Maybe if he had found Derek it would've been something different - he would've had someone to help him, even. He looks sidelong at Derek like he might be thinking about that in particular but he doesn't say anything. He just stabs at another small piece of chicken off his plate and avoids putting it to his lips.]

When I - when I went under, I...

[Tate stares blankly, fork drooping back down to the plate. He stares off to the distant wall of the den, blank and unfocused. He doesn't quite flinch but it's like there's something plaguing him, and he rubs at his eye before clutching the side of his head almost as if pain is shooting through it.]

I saw stuff. I can't - I can't make sense of it. Even when I try.

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