[ It's - nice. Having Tate's attention. Especially when he knows this is something he can actually do. ]

First - fuck you. Second...

[ Derek sits up a little, drawing his knee up to his chest. ]

I spent years feeling trapped, after my family died. When you're that stuck in your head, you turn to art and writing and music to try and find an escape. I liked to read, but - I think I was always better at art than writing.

[ There's just - something satisfying, about being able to create something so visible and so tangible out of nothing. He was drawn to that after the fire, and he worked pretty fucking hard on cultivating an artistic skillset over those six years in new york. Too bad he'll only ever really use it to torch off Scott's skin and re-draw his tattoo in a year or so, back home. ]

So. Yeah. Could be doable. If you want it.