“ Tate ,” he offered back , if only to be polite . His surname was skipped over just to be safe ; It didn’t seem like he recognized his face at all , but he didn’t want to take a chance with the name ringing a bell . The Langdon name was besmirched now , after the shooting in 1977 . Books were written about him , documentaries made , episodes were written on plenty of those true crime TV series . Tate use to watch them out of curiosity as to what was said about him , but he stopped after none of them ever got the story right ; It seemed Constance once again got away with her reputation intact . No one would ever know the truth of what he’d endured growing up , that made him so damn unstable .
“ Yeah , you do ,” he agreed . “ I could’ve just left you out there for the world to see .” A crooked smile once again crawled upon the boy’s features . “ That would have been funnier in hindsight .” But cruel . Tate was genuinely trying to be a better person , even if it meant helping out this weird , old alcoholic . “ … If you want to lay here on the couch for a little bit , you can . I can get you a glass of water , but we don’t have any food . You just look like you’re about to fall over .” If they were quiet enough , they wouldn’t disturb any of the other spirits . he didn’t want Hayden coming along , poking her nose where it didn’t belong .
HE SHOULDN’T STAY ANY LONGER THAN HE ALREADY HAS . it’s true that the transformation is long over , but the consequences , the repercussions ( if there were any to come ) would not be far behind . and he didn’t want this kid , tate , involved anymore than he already was . ‘ glad you didn’t , ’ he says of being left out in the yard . finley could have gotten pretty far by himself , but not without some questions , some prying eyes . again , the man finds himself grateful , if only for a moment .
‘ ah - i’ll take th’water , but then i gotta split , ’ he comes to this final conclusion after hearing sirens close by . no guarantee they were coming after him - this was la , after all - but it was better to be safe than sorry . fin leans down to take up the sheet once more , folding it three times over his arm and setting it neatly back on the couch he had once laid on . ‘ your maid might wanna wash that again , ’ he shrugs . it can’t be helped . there’s a moment when finley just stands , still catching his bearings , before he spots a dusty pad of paper and a pen on the coffee table . ‘ if you wanna cash in on that favor , just call , ’ he explains , writing down a 10 digit phone number and his first name , before handing it off to tate . ‘ and if y’don’t mind - don’t tell anyone you saw me . ’
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