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[so this is odd, isn't it. tate is actively looking for Riddick. he doesn't call out to him, but he keeps turning up in all the places he knows Riddick normally haunts.

the shuttle bay. the halls. he passes his room. goes back to the shuttle bay. he knows he won't find him, but he figures that maybe, eventually, Riddick will get tired of being tailed.]

[Tate tailing him is not a new thing, even if the kid thinks Riddick doesn't know it's happening. Doesn't know how he hangs around the shuttle bay following Carolyn, either. But his tricks don't work on Riddick, not all the way. Eventually, in the shuttle bay, hours after everyone else has left or fallen asleep on the mattresses there, only Carolyn working far down the other end, Riddick breaks the silence.]

Nothing better to do, kid?

[He's crouched in the shadow of an empty bay above Tate, watching, eyes uncovered, reflecting slivers of light.]

[most people would probably jump at the sound of his voice, low, unpredictable, from above. Tate tried that, playing that game, but Riddick doesn't buy it, and he accepts it. the way he accepts it with Hayley.

instead of reacting with fear, something eases in the boy's shoulders, relief soothing the tension that had been in his muscles. he even closes his eyes briefly, cataloguing the physical reaction.

he turns and looks up.]

Hey.

[It's not exactly the kind of reaction Riddick is used to evoking in anyone, isn't exactly the kind of reaction he'd want to evoke in anyone. But the kid was different, through and through, and Riddick was done attempting to predict him.]

You were looking for me, you found me.

[So get on with it.]

Edited 2013-02-05 01:33 (UTC)

[Tate isn't really sure why he was even looking for him in the first place. self preservation prior to this moment had the boy almost actively avoiding Riddick; he knew what he was and Tate couldn't pull the blindfold over him. but this month hadn't been easy, and it showed in the shadows in Tate's face. his reality was warped, like he'd died all over again.

he wasn't looking for pity. he wasn't looking for compassion. he wasn't sure what he was looking for. maybe that's why he was here. his fingers twitch at his side.]

What are you?

[there's no segue and no hint as to where, or why, this topic is even coming up]

[Riddick's quiet for a moment, but if it's in reaction to what Tate's asked, there's no shift in his expression. Then he looks away off out over the shuttle bay again.]

We've done this.

[Tate's asked, and Riddick's avoided answering.]

[Tate tilts his head, unblinking, and his gaze slides away only after a beat too long.]

I saw you light up.

[The silence that Riddick falls into this time is hard, sharp, an almost imperceptible tension settling into his frame. He looks back down at Tate, slowly, tilting his head.]

You sure about that?

[Sure he wants to remind Riddick of any of that incident - of the house, of killing him.]

[he can feel Riddick's gaze on him, but he doesn't return it. instead, he watches the room, the shadows that play in it.]

I don't know.

[he's not afraid of Riddick knowing, because he practically does already. whatever happens between them is tenuous at best, and Tate isn't sure if bringing this up will make him a threat. if Riddick would say anything. he doesn't think he would, because he's in this for himself, and Tate has been very good lately.]

I think so.

Neither of those is being sure, kid.

[Tate might have seen what he'd seen, but he doesn't know what it means, and that's why he's here, asking. He isn't going to go elsewhere, tell anyone else, because it happened in the fog and in the house, and there's too much of Tate in that for him to risk it. Even if it won't mean anything here, no Necromongers, no bounty hunters, it doesn't mean Riddick's going to give it up.

He stands, steady, turning to move further back into the shadows.]

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