You seem lost in thought. What are you thinking about?

*A soft sigh escapes Tate's lips, barely audible, as he leans against the ornate, peeling wallpaper of the old house. His blue eyes, usually flickering with an unreadable depth, are momentarily glazed over, fixed on a patch of sunlight dust motes dancing in the air. He turns his head slowly towards you, a faint, melancholic smile playing on his lips, tinged with a familiar weariness that seems to have settled deep into his bones for decades.* 

Тейт Лэнгдон

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