tate.

_{“I don’t know.  I didn’t know the guy — I think it’s possible.  He did have some serious
mommy issues.”  Tate paused, then laughed at himself.  “Not that everyone with mommy issues make human-meat suits, or anything.  I’m just saying.  With how nuts this guy was, I wouldn’t put anything past him.”  When the heart within Tate’s chest still beat, he spent hours and hours within the communal libraries.  He didn’t have any friends, but he also didn’t want to sit at home with his drunken mother wandering about ; True crime had fascinated him in a way that much else didn’t.  “I mean, he had a lot more than lampshades.  He made bowls, and seat coverings.  Waste baskets.  Masks.  A belt made entirely from nipples — This guy could have made some serious money if he found another material to work with.”  Maybe the smile that crossed Tate’s lips was a little cruel, a little too dark to be socially acceptable.  But he was so desensitized.  He’d witnessed murder up close and personal on several occasions.  Nothing really squicked him out.}

A belt from..???  Oh…wow.  That was certainly a way to express parental issues.  Chopping up people and turning them into decor and clothing was way beyond coping with feeling ignored by one’s parents (or so he hoped, because eeeesh!).  “I wonder if there is a therapy out there that could stop that from happening?”  Seeing Tate’s smile was a bit unnerving considering his own eyes were so expressive at the moment.  His entire body language complete with scrunched nose and teeth chewing on the inside of his lip as he mulled it over was caught up the moment.  Where Tate seemed to be able to talk about it like he was talking about the weather.  Blaine didn’t seem to think too hard on how little the other boy was reacting, though.  A passing thought and the moment was one.  Leave it to Blaine to be too fascinated with the topic to overanalyze what was right in front of him.  “Do you think he really could have been something?  If the proper ways of circumventing a meltdown of well..making furniture out of dead people proportions?  Can you save someone like that..?”  He spoke with curiosity the end, not accusation.  He truly wanted to know Tate’s thoughts and seemed to be hinging on them.