[Tate chews on his lower lip, peeling bits of skin off with his teeth as his gaze shifts around through the states of processing all this information. He wants that pull, that hook, that value. But he's - hesitant, maybe, because there seems to be a lot at stake too. Would he be giving Violet more reason to fear him now? That's something he'll have to consider. He weakly wonders if she'd ever take the bite too, and be part of the pack.
Never. Why would she?
He nods his head, looking down at the sand as he draws his fingers through it to rake out lines. They absently start spiraling in on themselves, and he doesn't notice what he's drawing - the triskele is just a byproduct of a distracted mind.]
I don't think of you as a monster. Or dangerous. You're...
[He looks guilty, glancing up. Like - it's silly to say:]
no subject
Never. Why would she?
He nods his head, looking down at the sand as he draws his fingers through it to rake out lines. They absently start spiraling in on themselves, and he doesn't notice what he's drawing - the triskele is just a byproduct of a distracted mind.]
I don't think of you as a monster. Or dangerous. You're...
[He looks guilty, glancing up. Like - it's silly to say:]
You feel like safety to me.