[ He hasn't seen a lot of movies, so Tate's first question only prompts an awkwardly blank stretch of silence and a dumb, goldfish-like stare. As for "something he hates"... ]
Hate's kind of a strong word.
[ Which isn't to say he isn't filled with the stuff, black and putrid as it is. He just thinks it might blow his cover, if he starts talking to Tate about how he hated the way Ben looked at him in their last few sessions, or about how he hated the words that priest kept saying in his ear again and again until it felt like his skull was on fire. But he has to come up with something. ]
I hate... religion. [ Maybe. Christianity. Catholicism. A hatred born of spite and something more innate. He fidgets, tucking his hair behind his ear. That's not a good answer. ]
Or-- I don't know. You're kind of putting me on the spot.
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Hate's kind of a strong word.
[ Which isn't to say he isn't filled with the stuff, black and putrid as it is. He just thinks it might blow his cover, if he starts talking to Tate about how he hated the way Ben looked at him in their last few sessions, or about how he hated the words that priest kept saying in his ear again and again until it felt like his skull was on fire. But he has to come up with something. ]
I hate... religion. [ Maybe. Christianity. Catholicism. A hatred born of spite and something more innate. He fidgets, tucking his hair behind his ear. That's not a good answer. ]
Or-- I don't know. You're kind of putting me on the spot.