[What it's like to be considered a monster - so his situation is a bit different, it reads the same in the isolation and the factors that lead up to it. The pressure cooker that was his life before it... ended. Trying to convince people who have already made their minds up? That's too hard to do, sometimes. And at some point you do end up giving in, you end up stop trying.
But Tate's enamored by Derek's story, by the fact he's - unique. He almost blurts out a fact about himself to relate, but he swallows it back down. Nothing good can come from admitting you're dead. It opens up pandora's box in terms of a slew of other questions he'd rather not answer. Namely 'how did you die'?]
I'm not like other people. You can trust me. I promise.
[He's antsy, like he wants to prove that. He clasps his fingers around Derek's wrist in turn, holding tight. Squeezing like he wants to punctuate the sentence and let it sit there.]
You're not a monster, though. You're kind. And you care.
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[What it's like to be considered a monster - so his situation is a bit different, it reads the same in the isolation and the factors that lead up to it. The pressure cooker that was his life before it... ended. Trying to convince people who have already made their minds up? That's too hard to do, sometimes. And at some point you do end up giving in, you end up stop trying.
But Tate's enamored by Derek's story, by the fact he's - unique. He almost blurts out a fact about himself to relate, but he swallows it back down. Nothing good can come from admitting you're dead. It opens up pandora's box in terms of a slew of other questions he'd rather not answer. Namely 'how did you die'?]
I'm not like other people. You can trust me. I promise.
[He's antsy, like he wants to prove that. He clasps his fingers around Derek's wrist in turn, holding tight. Squeezing like he wants to punctuate the sentence and let it sit there.]
You're not a monster, though. You're kind. And you care.