[And just like that, Tate lights up at the idea of maybe. His eyes are wide and expressive, head turning toward Derek with a wicked smile that's as bright as it is happy. Beer only accounts for about 13% of this overjoyment, over all. He nudges Derek in the arm again, and already wants this to be a thing. He needs to make it a thing. When the house up here is set up and they can chill, he can get him something that'll give him a heady buzz. Booze might be best. He can do that. He can make it happen.]

Cool. I'll make that a project, for later.

[He taps his temple, like he's tucking it away for the time being.]

I was thinking about - what you said before. And now, the way we're talking about it here... how things don't affect you? Don't affect wolves. For a long time I couldn't get - well, stay high. Things didn't work on me after I died, not the same way they did before that.

[Hm. He looks away, pensive.]

I think I could get used to that again. It'd suck, but - the rest makes up for it, right?