tate comforts you by resting your head on his lap, which feels unwonted, because that's how you usually comfort him. you feel the soft fabric of jeans and the native smell, allowing yourself to surrender to the sensations when he puts his hand into your hair, gently and carefully caressing through the strands. you sob and try to come to your senses after another quarrel with parents. you know that he will be with you, despite his difficult nature and changeability. he will never leave you unless you ask him to. but you don't ask. because you are with each other for ever.
I used to come here... when the world closed in and got so small I couldn't breathe. I'd look out at the ocean, and I'd think... "Yo, douche bag, high school counts for jack shit." Kurt Cobain, Quentin Tarantino, Brando, DeNiro, Pacino, all high school dropouts. I... hated high school. So I'd come here and I'd look out at this vast, limitless expanse. Then it's like, that's your life, man. You can do anything, could be anything. Screw high school. That's... it's just a blip in your timeline. Don't get stuck there.
Started this like 2 months ago. I decided to finish it today. capcut is always laggy, so im sorry the timing is bad (or the audio, im not good at it) :'l