[He'll call you a fucking idiot, that's what he'll call you. Tate looks up from what he's doing, half sawed through a piece of wood before returning his eyes to what his hands are doing. Takes a few more motions before he cuts the rest of the way through, and then he lets the cut off drop to the floor and takes a break.]

Yeah. I had to uh, unwind a bit but... yeah.

[He won't hide what it means, but he's not about to outright say it without needing to.]

Was kind of excited though. Felt kinda like... when you're a kid and you're gonna go somewhere cool the next day? Just laid there kinda thinking about our plans. Kinda excited for this stupid thing.