[ Not all the way - of course not all the way - drugs just die in his system, his cells regenerate too quickly to feel the effects of them. He understands the need, though. The yawning, aching void in your stomach and your chest and your head that just gets bigger and darker and sharper. The horrible noise you can't keep quiet, so you drown it out with louder, bigger things. ]
After - the fire, it was just me and my sister. I don't remember the first couple of years very well. I slept a lot, worked out a lot. Got in fights. Fucked. Things I didn't want to do, but did, because they were the only outs I had.
[ He still feels like that, sometimes. A need to run through the woods until his legs give out and he collapses, near-dead, maybe for good. He's felt it less, since Stiles. Tate's too young to grapple with something like that. He's too young to need an out. ]
I know - the draw. I just... don't... think it'll help you.
no subject
[ Not all the way - of course not all the way - drugs just die in his system, his cells regenerate too quickly to feel the effects of them. He understands the need, though. The yawning, aching void in your stomach and your chest and your head that just gets bigger and darker and sharper. The horrible noise you can't keep quiet, so you drown it out with louder, bigger things. ]
After - the fire, it was just me and my sister. I don't remember the first couple of years very well. I slept a lot, worked out a lot. Got in fights. Fucked. Things I didn't want to do, but did, because they were the only outs I had.
[ He still feels like that, sometimes. A need to run through the woods until his legs give out and he collapses, near-dead, maybe for good. He's felt it less, since Stiles. Tate's too young to grapple with something like that. He's too young to need an out. ]
I know - the draw. I just... don't... think it'll help you.