[Tate - laughs? Yeah, he fucking laughs. There's something about Michael that's off a bit, but just also oddly naive. Like maybe he should feel guilty about getting this kid hooked on something and into this shit - but if he didn't, someone else would. Kavinsky'd be more handsy and... well, he doesn't know why it feels like this but he likes to think he's doing the kid a service. A non-skeevy helping hand.]
Yeah, that feeling sucks. You get used to it - I mean, the high makes it worth it?
[And it should start kicking in within a minute or two, like Tate's euphoria settles in like a heady mist. He smiles easier, acts more loosely and slaps his hand lightly against Michael's shoulder. Playful, it makes him playful too.]
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Yeah, that feeling sucks. You get used to it - I mean, the high makes it worth it?
[And it should start kicking in within a minute or two, like Tate's euphoria settles in like a heady mist. He smiles easier, acts more loosely and slaps his hand lightly against Michael's shoulder. Playful, it makes him playful too.]
You ok?