_{[ God. He knew he should have gotten out of bed and gone out for a fly. The pale moon light that shines through the pulled back tarp of their tent does reflect enough light to make it visibly obvious that he's been crying. His skin has a glowing hue to it as a particular moonbeam shone across both of them. He instantly stops when Rex takes notice to it. Instantly, Mark is rolling on his back and rubbing viciously at his eyes. ]}

H.. Hey, sorry. I hope I didn't wake you up.

_{[ He huffs out a sound that could be mistaken for a laugh trying to break through. ]}

It's alright, Rex. Don't worry about it. It's just the same stuff. I'm trying to move on and heal from it like you told me to.