Well, it's been shitty. But I've got reasons to feel better.

[Violet was a blow but he's switched gears with that, trying to focus on the people that are still around. Things are going good with Peter. With Derek. Hell, even things with Kavinsky have been alright. Tate tucks his hands up under his cheek, and breathes in deep while getting settled. He should've finished his beer but instead he just savors the moment instead.]

What did you used to wanna be when you grew up? What do you still wanna be?