[ Michael's disappointed, of course, when Tate doesn't immediately fall to his knees and hug Michael close, screaming about how he deserved a better life and how if Michael were his kid, he'd treat him so much better. But - he's never been good at predicting how people might react to the things he says, the things he does. The smile he showed Constance after he killed the priest, the way she reacted to his presents, each one given to her out of love... even explaining himself to Ben, after those two women. He doesn't understand how to get what he wants.
His eyes linger on Tate a little too long before, again - he shrugs. ]
I really just want a friend. I don't have any... ambition, or anything, if that's what you mean.
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His eyes linger on Tate a little too long before, again - he shrugs. ]
I really just want a friend. I don't have any... ambition, or anything, if that's what you mean.