[Tate had little better to do with his free time, when he isn't exploring the ship, than to follow those around that have sparked his interest. it isn't very many, not really. a handful of targets that boomerang between prey material and possible danger. people who have ideals as to how the ship should be run, people who will probably get them killed, people that Tate wants to be around. maybe because they're easy, maybe because he's looking.
but it's been such a long time since he's been around anyone. it's like the harmons moving into his house and bringing a flurry of interesting people with them. which was saying something. once upon a time, Tate wouldn't have given them the time of day.
still, he finds, he doesn't give much of a rat's ass about them.
as it stands, he notices that Crane has been getting more attention lately. he's offered his services as a psychiatrist, and the sheep that they are (gullible, weak) they flock to him. moths to flame. he sits in on some of them, invisible to the naked eye and lounging on the bed, his gaze moving between Crane and his patients.
eventually, though, the lulls come, and Tate reaches out with fingers like shadows.
today he wanders back from the lower passenger levels, he leans into the frame of Crane's door as he passes by. a curve of his spine, a snake with a cheerful smile.]
idk why i did action tags this is prose B|
but it's been such a long time since he's been around anyone. it's like the harmons moving into his house and bringing a flurry of interesting people with them. which was saying something. once upon a time, Tate wouldn't have given them the time of day.
still, he finds, he doesn't give much of a rat's ass about them.
as it stands, he notices that Crane has been getting more attention lately. he's offered his services as a psychiatrist, and the sheep that they are (gullible, weak) they flock to him. moths to flame. he sits in on some of them, invisible to the naked eye and lounging on the bed, his gaze moving between Crane and his patients.
eventually, though, the lulls come, and Tate reaches out with fingers like shadows.
today he wanders back from the lower passenger levels, he leans into the frame of Crane's door as he passes by. a curve of his spine, a snake with a cheerful smile.]
Knock knock.