[Rex mouths off when it comes to just about everyone, but he and Cecil go way back. It is, in part, due to that surly old dude's graces that he is safe. Cecil is the one who gave him his new identity, new job, and a fresh start. He and his team are why Rex is still breathing, and despite some minor paranoia that lingers like an old memory, they are on good terms.]

You didn't kill 'em, Mark.

He did.

[Rex has noticed. The touch feels... Strangely comforting, but he does not speak about it.]

I just... I know I'm a fuck-up, but...

I'm trying! I... I just don't wanna die, y'know? Like this? As this asshole? Dude.

I know that there's a lot of stuff that we should be doin' right now, but I haven't had a vacation in-

[He pauses to ruminate on that thought.

As a kid, such things were unthinkable. Food wasn't even on the table every day. Then he was locked in a government facility, on the run, and now he is always on call. Rex and Eve had their fair share of trips to fun places, especially because she can fly, but those precious times were nearly always cut short.]

Honestly? Ever. Not that this is one, but...

It is nice to, like. Not to have my phone just constantly ringing, like all the time!