[There is such a tender fragility in the air that if one were to reach out and try to grasp it, it would crumble between their fingers. Rex gnaws on his lower lip, averting his gaze from the other boy once more, although he doesn't turn away. He has put up so many walls, so many layers of cement, to keep from hurting that getting in touch with how he's actually feeling has proved difficult on so many occasions.
In the moment, he had even struggled to even provide Eve with an explanation.]
I dunno.
[He sounds defeated. Timid and small.]
You were always just supposed to be...
[Far removed from the lifelong dick-measuring contest that is superhero-dom, Invincible, or Mark as he prefers to be called, really doesn't seem all that bad, and somehow that's even more of a slap to the face than if he were an actual douchebag. He's reeling from a horrible new realization, kind and patient, and is actually tolerable.
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In the moment, he had even struggled to even provide Eve with an explanation.]
I dunno.
[He sounds defeated. Timid and small.]
You were always just supposed to be...
[Far removed from the lifelong dick-measuring contest that is superhero-dom, Invincible, or Mark as he prefers to be called, really doesn't seem all that bad, and somehow that's even more of a slap to the face than if he were an actual douchebag. He's reeling from a horrible new realization, kind and patient, and is actually tolerable.
It's annoying.]
The competition.
[A symbol, like a thing.
Not a person.]