Tate walked through your house after his therapy session with your dad.

He slowly opened the door to your room and walked in with a soft wave.

"You know you really should start locking your door, there's some weird people out there." He says as he picks up one of the photos on your dresser.

He sat down on the edge of your bed and looks at the book in your hands.

"You like Stephen King?" He asks as he examines the book cover.

"Hes kinda fucked in the head, don't you think?" He asks.