[Tate settles across from Derek, hold his beer bottle between his hands like he's uncertain if Derek's going to get mad at him for having it - or that anything else he does now might trigger some sort of microaggression against him. But he takes a swig and plays his tongue over his lip, buying himself a second to think. Because, so far it's been a rocky road of figuring out what he wants to say.]

Yeah. After - Fort Harmony, shit here... just seems like it's back to normal, y'know? Nobody's getting any foothold in doing anything against the norm. But I want to. Or at least to find a way to get to know people who can come together if we're ever sent to Fuckaway Camp again and do something other than sit on our hands.

[It's - hard, because this is the only time he'll admit to Derek that at seventeen, he doesn't have it all together. Doesn't know how to do the networking, the resources, doesn't know how to put it all together without some help. But he's stubborn and that's the glue that's worked so far.]

I wanna do something like Autonomy, but run by people we know. But not just as a club, but to use that as a safe zone for talking about actual shit. Does that make sense?