[Tate's enamored - at first he sees the smallest flecks of white floating down, growing and growing in intensity until it clicks for that that this is snow. He doesn't pick up on Michael's nose at first, instead tips back his head to watch the flurry of white - back in LA he'd never seen snow, and here he's just had cold in the Up and miserable humidity in the Down.
He follows Michael down a step, looking at him only after raising his hand to catch a few snowflakes and feel the cold of them melting against his palm. He's - interested, awed and suddenly more interested in this stranger than ever before. It's then he notices the blood, snapping from the daze.]
You're - hey, you're bleeding.
[Tate doesn't think, he just tugs his sleeve down over his hand and reaches out tentatively to wipe the little droplet of red off of Michael's face. It's a vast improvement from licking the blood off of Violet's wrist, so clearly - he's learning how to properly interact with people. Bit by bit.]
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He follows Michael down a step, looking at him only after raising his hand to catch a few snowflakes and feel the cold of them melting against his palm. He's - interested, awed and suddenly more interested in this stranger than ever before. It's then he notices the blood, snapping from the daze.]
You're - hey, you're bleeding.
[Tate doesn't think, he just tugs his sleeve down over his hand and reaches out tentatively to wipe the little droplet of red off of Michael's face. It's a vast improvement from licking the blood off of Violet's wrist, so clearly - he's learning how to properly interact with people. Bit by bit.]