[Tate finally breaks his gaze away from a blissful adoring stare into the red headlights that Derek is blinding him with, and drops it to the sand in front of him. He can hear a voice in the back of his head admitting something was intense before and it's enough to pull him out of his reverie. Albeit at the same time it only convinces him more than he needs someone else to rely on, someone else's intensity to buy into.
Full moon. He's going to have to look into when the next one will be.]
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Full moon. He's going to have to look into when the next one will be.]
Have you... bitten someone before?