Imagine being Tate in this scene though. Your entire demise has been filled with such hate and evil, then you met someone who manages to make all those feelings disappear and you’ve never felt like that before and it’s such a good and honest feeling. You then begin to love the crap out of the person because they can make you feel amazing because before all you could remember was feeling like shit. Then they try to commit suicide, and you’re the one who has to drag their body into the bathroom. You’re the one who has to scream their name and beg them not to die because you’ve just fallen in love and you’re not ready for it to be over. You’re the one who has to make them throw up, then hold them in your arms as you watch them die. It’s you who then has to hide their body, and straight afterwards walk into their room and act like nothing has happened, even though you feel like your hearts been ripped out of your chest.
godfuckingdamnit this show